The rear view mirror held on to Fisher’s Peak, my geographical and spiritual anchor. Beside me, the rising sun announced the gift of life. The road before me, well, let’s just say I had no clue. The sound of…..
The sign, appropriately, alerted that the road ended there. The Whisper gently prodded, “What road?” I turned to the left towards a pond. Squishy soft quicksand like mud sure to forever claim another shoe from my foot. There a feather lay glistening…..
Spring’s Robins made their appearance today. I smiled. I laughed to think of our local nursery which will not sell plants until the end of May because of the threat of frost and snow. There stood the singing defiant Robin. I pondered…..
Two photographs that are themselves, edges. “Edges are the crossroads for the wildlife traveling between habitats and are richer in animal life than the areas on either side.”
This morning my weary body tried to find a reason not to go into nature……
Ming-Dao Deng describes humanity’s journey as an endless march of souls. From where I stand there is an infinite stream of others ahead of me. From where I stand there is an infinite stream of others behind me. My position matters not……
Nope, no one ever said the path came with GPS, exit signs, or even points of interest markers. Sometimes you can’t even see the trees for the forest. The reverse is likewise true. Maybe that is why so many wisdom teachings coax us back to…..
The journey ended today. I finished school. What probably should have been an episode of Believe It or Not became a reality. I am still trying to process it all. But this much I can tell you.
Never underestimate…..
Her trunk looked and felt like mountain trails or maybe carved river beds. Whatever the image, your eyes could not help but follow the path. A journey following, not carrying, the trunk.
For some, the simple act of rising out of bed is an incredible…..
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