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A treasured road in the fall and winter. Such a glorious dance of limbs and branches. Monday’s drive caught me by surprise as I noticed how green and beautiful was spring’s canopy. Oh I missed the dance of limbs and branches…..
I honor and bow to the women who chose to be a mother but their bodies cannot. You are a mother. I honor and bow to the women who can only serve love for meals……
You may not have known the most fertile ground in which to bloom, but you tried. You may have thought you stood alone, but we saw your bloom. The sun may have been too much despite our efforts to shield, but…..
Water is considered a necessary life sustaining force. The whisper so gentle and yet startling. Love also is a necessary life sustaining force. Like its counterpart, water, love should allow the other to be seen…. to be transparent in its touch.
Yes, its a little marmot filling his cheeks with the bird seed I put out everyday. Have not seen them since last fall. But every day I looked for them. I call them my little hoovers after the vacuum cleaner – they…..
A midafternoon walk, probably too cold and windy for one finally recovering from bronchitis and a touch of pneumonia, but nature and the heart said “walk.” The overpowering stillness broken only by an occasional hawk and magpie’s chattering. Spring buds and blooms…..
I was being very rational. The wind was creating snowclones and dervishes. Any seed I put out would be quickly covered in snow. Earlier I thought I might have seen the hawk. The temperature had only reached 10 degrees. To put…..
A scrich written long ago on Valentine’s Day. But each year, it whispers back and makes me smile.
Reflecting on the images of Valentine’s Day, the chocolates scanned at the cash register, men staring at the…..
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…..
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