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The mountain has taken sail
Gathering the clouds on its bow, port, and mast.
I close my eyes.
Denying the feet’s gravity
I become a mermaid on the mountain’s prow
I do not ask to be removed Changed or a gift Given or received. Nor to be embraced Infused Nor even clarity’s light. Instead Keyless and unable To enter A house I abide in the universe Walking in gentle rain…..
I tended the yard. My body was dripping in sweat and exhausted. Then came the whisper. One I know well. To go and walk as a feather was calling. The whisper took me to the river beneath the freeway and overgrown. I do not normally walk this…..
I watched as a Mourning dove supervised the two young ones. Gusting winds scared her and she flew away. The young ones stood there looking confused and uncertain whether to follow. Suddenly my heart leaped to see a large bird come swooping in towards the…..
The mountains and lake truly called me to come and walk. The voice of deadlines exuberantly competed. Who could deny the value, gentleness, and even necessity of either voice? But sometimes quietly, sometimes vigorously the voice of Now whispers and says “Simply here. Simply here, now. As…..
Ok, I confess, I probably should’ve thought it through. Perhaps the task a bit much. To shovel out an untended garden area was probably not what my body needed. But who can deny the heart? Have wanted to tend the area, one of many, now for so…..
Glass bricks and sun dancing as the day begins to fold into night. Like watching clouds so many images flow through the glass… a tree, a sun rising over a mountain, leaves, waves, a fairy or angel with arms outstretched, a snowman, a heart, a caterpillar, and…..
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…..
The first bare feet of the year and the sun’s warmed earth softly greeted. I thought of so many reasons why the bare foot walk may not have been wise….soft feet stepping upon pebbles or perhaps the tumble weeds’ prickly thorns strewn across the path. And then I…..
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