Little One, you look so hard to see what caused the ripple. Would knowing the source add or take away from the beauty and movement that caught your eyes? Is the “why” the alchemy that transforms beauty into the beautiful? Is knowing the…..
I have always treasured this image. Two weathered hands holding each other. Broken from their trunks. Nature’s cycles wearing them smooth and erasing their original color. Holding hands.
As I write, I am six days from completing a two and a half year journey of school……
Sometimes the layers of the whispers defy words. Sometimes I think they would be too long to try and share. And, then, the best ones, the most delicious ones are the whispers of anticipation. Such a sweet song offered to your heart. Such gentle calming gifted to your mind……
Another night of winter’s blast. Another night of winter’s quilted gift to the drought hardened earth. A matter of perspective. And on such night, a gentle story of perspective. Yes Jacob, sometimes it is enough.
“Jacob, where do you find the strength…..
Two years ago, this same day, this was the image that caught my eye. The drought offered little nourishment for the earth. Today, where these two flowers, that would not be, offered…..
Yes, there will be days when your spirit may mirror the blanketing fog and ice. Call it lost, a pause, time for stillness, or whatever image best fits. In such moments, to remember yesterday’s walk in such different weather. The remnants from…..
May laughter and joy cling to you like glitter, cellophane, snow, and scotch tape. May the overwhelming beauty of your heart, soul, and spirit make the sun and moon smile to see such illumination. May you unwrap with gentle fierceness the gift of…..
I confess a searching question of “why?!” and “how?!” to think of the children whose lives were taken. Yet, the question though asked, will rest in the knowing that hate cannot be overcome with hate. Peace on earth begins with me. And my unwavering, unquenchable, and rooted…..
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