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It could be a starry night. A solar system. Faerie footprints or magical dust. It could be…. And it is…. Tis the space between the two that I breathe.
Sometimes when I walk it is simply to walk. Sometimes when I walk it is to savor. Sometimes when I walk it is to escape. Sometimes when I walk it is to release. Sometimes when I walk it is to ponder. Sometimes when I walk…..
Sweet Hands of Life I have no question. I have no request. Just sitting in your gentleness and beauty. That’s all. Namaste.
I did not think I would see her fullness tonight. I learned long ago to know her smile even when she wears the veils of clouds. The clouds reminded me of a giant cauldron filled with a magical brew, simmering and swirling. The moon,…..
The wind suspended the hawk’s flight. His body frozen mid air without resistance. No thermals to lift him up or carry him forward. He hit a wall of wind and perfectly still he waited. Long before my eyes could see the darker hawk I heard his song. Yes,…..
Perhaps it is fitting, after days of preparation, cooking, cleaning, traveling, gathering, shopping for bargains, and in my state, as in the world, more killing, that the whisper would come early. To pause and see the sun shining on the snow and ice, the geese…..
I may feel like I am meeting myself coming and going. Sometimes to feel I never meet. It is in the pause of stillness that the portals and sculptures of beauty are created. There, I meet myself. I am home.
As the sun gifts the moon’s rest, I give thanks for this day. May the mind and body nestle in quite safety within Your sweet hands of Love. May my spirit, which dances between the thinness of the cradled flesh, draw…..
From non-judgement and non-trophies the Sweet Hands of Life held the yearnings with tenderness. A simple Sunday morning. Pelicans and ravens chatting. A prairie dog and fawn showing their dance moves. A “marmot” my eyes thought they saw only to discover a…..
Nope, I cannot say for sure why the chicken crossed the road. Or, in this case, the turkeys. Sometimes I listen for the whispers to tell me. Sometimes I cannot hear the answer and then I have to ponder, did I ask a question? Sometimes,…..
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