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With my hand touching her trunk, as always, with childlike wonder I gazed adoringly upward into her maze of branches and divided trunk. How often I have stood and sat here longing to climb and be cradled in her arms. And the whisper…..
Sometimes it can feel as if life is a roaring river. I am weathered and worn by its strength and dance. I know its strength and dance are the essential nurturing for life along its banks and beyond. But like the stones and fallen limbs,…..
May the sweet hands of Life and Compassion hold you like running water so that the blessing you are to this earth flows freely.
And should I think my ego or mind too strong to ever soften or learn. Should I think the light too far or unobtainable. Should I think flexibility and openness are out of reach. If I should, my friend, I will remember your image and…..
Somethings you would think are obvious. Perhaps not. As I stood and laughed, I could not help but also feel a sort of sad paradox. We have signs directing us every day – merge, yield, speed limit, last exit for miles,…..
The gentleness of autumn’s grasses. Sometimes even the most solid and stalwart presences need a touch of softness. May my heart and arms be so aware and malleable.
A day of many emotions. The whisper for the heart to be like a cloud. The strength of a cloud that cloaks the vast and enormous mountain and yet is open enough to be pierced.
If I stood on the right side of the sign, I was in Colorado. If I stood on the left side of the sign, I was in New Mexico. I hopped to the right. I hopped to the left. A boundary I could not see, except for…..
A late posting as the wind has been dancing with the energy of technology. As the wind howled and distant thunder rumbled I pondered words and meanings. Is courageous fear the same as fearful courage? Courageous fear feels like it has movement and goes forward with a…..
Their white fire nakedness flames up and out. Their uninhibited dance twists, folds, and dares to lie surrendered upon the ground. To see them now is like an ultra sound of spring’s waiting birth. And what is the whisper? Spring, summer and even fall are the presentation…..
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