The morning prayer meditation was simple. A Gaelic prayer. “Bless, O Divine my face, let my face bless everything; Bless, O Divine, mine eyes, let mine eye bless all it sees.” Driving to work I was so conscious of everything…..
I sat on the grass with the weed eater cradled in my lap. I pondered the size of the hand that must have determined the width of the spool and the two buttons you must press to release the cover. I know my hands are small. I know my hands have lost so much strength and their fingers are bent. But what size hand would fit such a device? I sat on the earth using my feet as additional hands…..
When your journey begins in the dark, the moon becomes the sun. And are they both not the same loving and life giving gaze whispering, “I am here”?
I woke up feeling yucky. The weather was making me feel edgy. Minor dental surgery on my precious four legged companion had me feeling worried. A crisis call made my reserves feel drained. My dwindling days off and the start of a new job…..
On a day when a long awaited and arduous task uprooted into an insurmountable and unachievable task, I stood frozen. Closing my eyes I thought of the “why” of the path that required the task. I thought of those surrounding me with…..
You may not have known the most fertile ground in which to bloom, but you tried. You may have thought you stood alone, but we saw your bloom. The sun may have been too much despite our efforts to shield, but…..
It takes but a pinhole of light, even in the dark stormy night, to gift the heart beauty and awe.
She lay in her wheelchair bed staring into the nursing home aviary. The birds hopped and fluttered, not flew, in a glass aviary. Both it seemed encased and held. I watched her eyes grow soft. I watched them as they watched her. And for a…..
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