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The match holding the light becomes the same darkness the light dispels. Within the light the darkness is held. To hold with sweet gentleness any and all darkness and behold the matchstick igniting the light.
I planted some seeds a couple weeks ago. No clue whether they would grow as the original bed so difficult to clear after years of an absent tender. This morning I was greeted by tiny sprouts. I laughed to think that I did not know…..
And what are the odds of finding two such contrasting feathers next to each other? The sun drew me to the white feather. It was until I bent to see the white feather that I saw the gray/black feather. Kneeling beside them I pondered all the whispers…..
The image was the morning of 11/11/11. The clouds looked like waves curling, crashing and rippling in the sky. No need for the vast ocean, the sky is oceanic. I may not remember where I’ve put my keys or even my cup of coffee, but I remember…..
Yesterday a tornado that probably would have removed my little 6 mile town from the map, diverted 11 miles and danced upon the mesa where no harm was done. This morning, while weed whacking I noticed a moth with extraordinary colors fall to the ground. I panicked thinking I had killed it. I could not tell if it was ok. I left the area and when I returned he was again dancing with the weeds I had left. I mowed…..
The mountains and lake truly called me to come and walk. The voice of deadlines exuberantly competed. Who could deny the value, gentleness, and even necessity of either voice? But sometimes quietly, sometimes vigorously the voice of Now whispers and says “Simply here. Simply here, now. As…..
Every coin has two faces. Zen and Buddhism teach that sorrow is in joy and joy is in sorrow. What is joy in this moment holds the sorrow of the next moment. Two faces. One coin.
Upon a drought hardened earth a bountiful gift of abundant rain…..
Thursday I sought the comfort and courage of the Old Ones for Friday’s needs…two precious trees that have been my companions upon this path. Today the wind and dust so fierce I wondered if I could return to the Old Ones to give them thanks. I could…..
A sunny windy day. Out of “nowhere” a rain cloud, perhaps tickled by the mountains, laughed an ever so slight pouring of rain. The drought hardened earth smiled and sent a most heartfelt thank you. The union of gratitude offered and gratitude received painted the sky. May…..
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