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A morning gift as I walked into the office. Seemingly out of place. Both a bit torn. Yet, absolutely perfect. In fact, I would dare to say, sweet. And the whisper, a reminder of words read long ago, “To be in harmony with the wholeness of things…..
Oh my friend how did you do that? Tree trunks are straight, tall, strong and push upward from the earth. How did you bend in a circle? I have used your image so often to encourage my own rootedness and strength to…..
Needing not its fallen yellow petals, it still mirrors the sun, welcoming all, embraced in elegant warmth and beauty.
The day’s arrival delayed as the sun climbed the mountains. There, perfectly placed between a portal of leaves was the moon, laughing to be the light of the day. To my eyes, a white blur but I know her silhouette and I smiled……
I see words as threads we weave into patterns upon the loom of our mind. I lost count how many times the word “recover” was used today. When something keeps lingering in front of you, I’ve learned to take…..
I have looked at paintings and drawings with absolute wonder as to the painter’s eye, touch, and ability to bring to life images of life. How do they see? How does their brain work? How does the eye’s image flow into their brain and then through their…..
Branches weathered and past their season. Or, you could see a waterfall bending from the tree to nurture the earth. Or, perhaps they are a curtain of wooden lace shielding the inner sanctuary beneath the tree. It invites your imagination. It invites different eyes. A most…..
Can her grace be denied? Like a dancer bending and supporting herself with her arms stretched upward she poses. Even her partner’s arms are extended drawing all attention and honor to her. Some may say they are broken and fallen. Some may even mourn seeing only their…..
Someone’s home. Looked to be newly made. A home. Is that not an innate longing within everyone…to go or be at home, to know home? But which or what home? And somehow the image manages to look somewhat precarious. As I stared at the nest and thought…..
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