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The rear view mirror held on to Fisher’s Peak, my geographical and spiritual anchor. Beside me, the rising sun announced the gift of life. The road before me, well, let’s just say I had no clue. The sound of my tires…..
Two images. Two bookmarks. I wish I could show you how my struggling eyes have trained me to yet see. Then, should you ever need to know what grace is, you would know.
Some would see blurred leaves. My eyes had to close dazzled…..
“That will never happen,” I told a friend as we both stood in awe of the Magpie’s beauty and unique song. I knew with my eyes, and the sheer speed of the Magpie’s flight, to catch one in flight, was a certain…..
Her trunk looked and felt like mountain trails or maybe carved river beds. Whatever the image, your eyes could not help but follow the path. A journey following, not carrying, the trunk.
For some, the simple act of rising out of bed is an incredible journey. For…..
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. Yet, like…..
I watched them soar over the mountain. Their approach filled with longing. Their bodies skimmed the surface of the glass lake without touching. Voices totally silent now. Then their legs descended and they knew migration’s rest. I sat and pondered the morning’s reading as…..
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 belief that…..
Such a tiny little tree growing alone in the center of a bed of sandstone boulders. It slim trunk and tiny little green branches drew my eyes. Then the moment of awe when the camera revealed its fragile looking roots. Its tenuous hold upon the…..
I have beaten the odds. Vanquished death twice. Why then is it so hard To simply love? Nay, tis not love Trust is the vanquisher. Swinging its hammer That I Should believe I Am Loveable Worthy It will be. The smallness of my heart Mirrored in childlike hands. From one who conquered death Sent the odds…..
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