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It is Jan 2, 2022. The second day of a new year. Another “new” year but somehow it looks suspiciously like last year. The second day after two full years of Covid, political, social, economic, planetary, … well, shall we just say chaos? No, I think polarity bests chaos.
Polarity, the blue revolving “nonresponding circle” on the computer, unsettles my nightly meditation. Holding my gratitude rock, I face each direction, and give thanks to each direction and its elements.
Ask me if I remembered to get my coffee, turned the furnace down, put the hearing aids in, or remembered what I came to get at the store….hmmmmm you might get a blank expression. Maybe not so much blank as it is uuuuuhhhhhhhhhh. Yet, ask…..
Rebecca Solnit writes that hope is not grounded in certainty. Hope is founded in the spaciousness of uncertainty and the unknown. In our fast breaking world of news, we are lulled into believing that events, ideas, and even choice is instantaneous. Boom! Breaking news!…..
Throwing open the back door and throwing down my back pack, I grabbed the leash and called my four legged fur angel. Off we went. Spring is here and the sun would allow me to see. Nature was calling. Not even a long hot shower,…..
The tree is weathered, worn, aged, and her branches have long forgotten the color of green. Some would say she is dead. I denied their suggestions to cut her down. Leaving for work this morning, her trunks cradled the moon. Somehow the image…..
Some days or weeks you just don’t know how you will do it. Some days or weeks you wonder if there is any kindness left in the world. And then, you are gifted the breath of Life. The crack of a smile…..
“It’s not that I want to die. It’s just that if a semi were barreling towards me…I wouldn’t exactly jump out of the way.”
My linear logical left brain began a frantic search for loopholes, reasons, if thens, and the multitude of what if’s……
Some hugs are different. Not so much a greeting or a sign of affection. They are more like the hug of a drowning person holding on to a life preserver. Afterwards, I stood alone outside looking for my breath. Looking up the sky gifted its…..
A day of paradox. Sunshine turned gray. Thunder boomed. Snow fall whooshing parallel to the ground. Thunder boomed. Sleet joined the dance of wind swept snow. Silence. Golden sunshine and blue skies. Buds drained of life and color cradling water manifested in drops,…..
Two images. Two bookmarks. I wish I could show you how my struggling eyes have trained me to yet see. Then, should you ever need to know what grace is, you would know.
Some would see blurred leaves. My eyes had to…..
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