A difficult week with such tender luminous slivers of hope threaded between the moments. Saturday. A day for the hobbit to be in nature’s sanctuary and heal. But no, no morning walk. Waiting for workmen who promised they’d be here. …..
Today was my day to write a comment on a book an on-line group is reading. I struggled. I laughed. The chapter was on simply experiencing the moment, our creativity and being as it is without expectation. How does one write a comment for others…..
This day is sacred. The Tao notes we live in anxious fear of tomorrow not realizing that clinging to yesterday is even more fearful. We have only today, fresh, unopened, and inviting. Today is sacred. May we grasp today and run into…..
I don’t know why but turning the page on the calendar always tickles me. A fresh page. A new leaf. So many metaphors. So many hopes. What will be the image for the new month? When will the new and full moons appear? What holidays…..
I have travelled a long path. No doubt there are still a few footprints behind me. A long path awaits, though in time not as long as the one already traversed. But you stopped my steps and tilted your head. You do not…..
i am the beauty of summer caressing fall i am the shadow upon the mountain i am the undaunted seed finding the sun i am a rock mountain resting in a small hand. i am the mud prints holding the presence of elk. i am the rustling leaves…..
May the moments of my life, like the mala beads, cradled in the Sweet Hands of Life, move quietly and gently. Without clinging to the bead that has passed. Without anticipation of the bead to come. To know only the rise, fall, and texture of…..
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