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The morning so unbelievably crisp and almost cold. “Fall!” was the squeal of my heart as I bowed to the moon and Venus dancing in the pre dawn sky. I pondered the morning’s reading on impermanence and change against the texture…..
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, …..
Yes my little friend, I am looking at you. Are you wondering what I see? Or perhaps, you are looking at me, and I am wondering what YOU see. Or, maybe, just maybe, for a brief infinite precious moment, we are simply…..
Have been here almost four years. Shortly after I moved here, she and her dog became a fixture. An older woman, always wearing a visor, and her older dog always walking together. She is not tall and the old black lab was almost as tall as her. Their strides were perfectly matched. You’d see her carrying her grocery bags with him ambling along beside her on the leash. Even in winter they would be walking. Her house at a major…..
Sometimes the world events stir such despair. To listen to a state senator’s impassioned acknowledgement of rape and her decision to have an abortion would have to sear anyone’s heart regardless of conviction. But then to see a fellow senator laugh…..
It’s ok to cry when the body feels weak. It’s ok to say I need to sleep. It’s ok to say I cannot. Ok to say I should not. We are the manifestation of the Creator. Our body and emotions are how the Creator experiences creation itself……
The last vestige of spring, summer, and autumn. Winter has arrived. As I noticed the bend and frozen petals, I could not help but think of how the hollyhock arrived unplanted. I remembered the delight of the bees, the hummingbird…..
What makes the desert mesa become the green of pasture? What makes the green pasture become the barren desert mesa? Such a different texture depending upon how the question is asked. From green and fertile to dry dirt or dust and dry earth…..
I cannot take away the mountain’s steepness or sharpness. Nor would I ever ask. The steepness and sharpness are nature’s grace. Instead to be the cloud that embraces them both. Softness becomes sharpness. Sharpness…..
“Where rivers once ran” was the whisper that jumped into my throat with a startle. Barely had my eyes somewhat focused than the whispered repeated, “Where rivers once ran.” Nothing more.
Have pondered the image and the whisper for two days now…..
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