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“Every moment and every event of every person’s life on earth plants something in his or her soul. For just as the wind carries thousands of winged seeds, so each moment brings with it germs of spiritual vitality that come to rest imperceptibly in the…..
Ok. Food is not my friend so going to the store is not something I either excel at or excites me. Especially the Saturday before Christmas. As I poured my delaying cup of coffee I noticed the treasured feathers gifted last weekend. Their…..
Some days you are gifted with the realization that the cloud hanging over you is actually an umbrella of protection. Some days you are gifted a soft bend in the hardness of life that perfectly fits and offers a gentle shelter or hug. Some days,…..
Compassion is the ability to see clearly into the nature of suffering… The enemies of genuine compassion: pity, moral outrage, and fear. —Roshi Joan Halifax
Practice with infinite gratitude to the past, Infinite service to the present, And infinite responsibility to…..
Fisher’s Peak. The mesa sitting on top of a 9600 foot high mountain that stands on the horizon at my backdoor. I was curious about the unique shape the snow storm had left and retrieved my camera to explore. The shape reflected the…..
When Life’s undertow pulls you under, you cannot fight. Surrender and eventually the undertow will carry you beyond its own power. Breathe underwater…that’s what tree roots do.
I found myself laughing and humming the little Sesame Street song “One of these things is not like the other.” To see the precision and elegance of the migrating geese overhead and hear the power of their wings was breathtaking……
The beauty of the bloom is breathtaking. I would hope, however, that neither fear nor arrogance would make me cling to this one bloom. That I would not be blinded to the vast abundance and diversity of other breathtaking blooms. That I would not…..
A morning of reflection upon doors appearing to close and the path. I reflect upon the calling within that no thing, nothing and no one could possibly make or give me more than that which I already am. I am the expression of…..
The whisper telling me to look, surely delighted to hear my laughter when my eyes met the image’s gaze. Oh, it could be my hair when I wake up in the morning. Could be the explosion of softness bursting from the daunting thorns. Could be…..
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