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A doe laughing perhaps? I know she was chomping away on an apple as she gazed into my window at work. But you can’t see the apple and apple or not, I still think she was laughing. She laughed her way through quite a…..
From this morning’s reading of Joyce Sequichie Hifler’s Cherokee Feast of Days: Daily Meditations I read the quote, “The Great Spirit smiled upon us and made us glad…but we had to agree” ~ Keokuk. The phrase struck me so……
The morning’s sliver moon, somewhat like my day. The sweet sliver moon readying for Friday’s New Moon. The New Moon ushers in a new cycle and absolute fullness. It is also a fullness we cannot see. The moon’s illumination is completely hidden……
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…..
Sometimes my OM morphs into an Ugh. The brokenness in the world around me can overwhelm a little heart.
As we walked I pointed out a hole in a cloud and called it a portal. I explained how I like to think of…..
Some days you just stand in absolute awe as a mountain becomes a cloud and a cloud becomes a mountain. Some days you just stand in absolute awe wondering what else could happen?????! Some days you realize the awe is the same. It…..
In the midst of brown lifeless fingers three stand in life’s green. The trunk of the tree still breathed against my hand. If three are enough for the tree, then I shall count resiliency, love, and the tree…..
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…..
A discombobulated day. A longed for day of rest and yet no rhythm could be found. Weather said no to walking. Its no contained a maybe I didn’t see. And now the coffee pot has whispered the coffee is brewed and a mandala coloring book sits waiting…..
A truce tonight between my eyes which struggle to see, my hand that has long forgotten how to write and my heart whose voice is truly in my writing. I found an old notebook and pondered what it would be like to write again….
“Hello my friend. I will try and write with a pen and paper and not the computer. Hello creator of my favorite word to describe my writing – ‘scrich’- the sound of my hand and the pen…..
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