It takes but a pinhole of light, even in the dark stormy night, to gift the heart beauty and awe.
Another night of winter’s blast. Another night of winter’s quilted gift to the drought hardened earth. A matter of perspective. And on such night, a gentle story of perspective. Yes Jacob, sometimes it is enough.
“Jacob, where do you find the strength to…..
Two years ago, this same day, this was the image that caught my eye. The drought offered little nourishment for the earth. Today, where these two flowers, that would not be, offered…..
I confess a searching question of “why?!” and “how?!” to think of the children whose lives were taken. Yet, the question though asked, will rest in the knowing that hate cannot be overcome with hate. Peace on earth begins with me. And my unwavering, unquenchable, and rooted…..
Two images on a day of broken and damaged hearts, world news that makes my own heart sigh, and a sunrise feather gifted. It seems we are forever looking back to a manger, a burning bush, a Bodhi tree, or some other promise of…..
There’s a small room in my house that probably, at some time, was a closet. Now an open window welcomes the sun all day. Abiding in the room are my plants, feathers, and my grandmother’s rocking chair. Soft music plays for them…..
I have known sunrises that I truly do not believe words, paintings, cameras or any human creation could hope to create or replicate. Each is knitted into my soul and even my bones. No two have ever been the same……
Dear Doubt- Upon the drought hardened earth I have called forth the rain to transform the earth into ink upon which the footprint of my scirch has been left. May the footprint left, like the wax seal of…..
A day of remembrance in the U.S. The phrase memorialized is “We will never forget.” The same phrase used to remember the 6 million Jewish people who were gathered and annihilated in the holocaust 80 years ago (1933-1945). A phrase perhaps used…..
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