Day 0 – I am at a cruising altitude of 39,000 feet, seemingly floating above the Atlantic. The thermals are strong out here as our plane soars, bumps and bounces along at 633 mph. The tailwinds are at a 112 mph giving us an extra push. I do find it difficult to comprehend this reality. … More Lift Off
What flowers of our hearts are ready to bloom? We are always so quick to point out the crab grass of our souls. What flowers are there, that we can water and grow? Thich Nhat Hanh always said of our compost piles: “They give us the opportunity to turn our garbage, into flowers.” What a … More Soul Spring
THE BLACK RASPBERRY PICKING: IT’S ALL ABOUT PERSPECTIVE. A hot, sunny day. Solid blue, the late day buzz of locusts, cicadas calling me to the rhythms of life. it’s their call that epitomizes those lazy days of summer. I went into the market and asked where their blackberry bushes were for picking today. Directions simple, … More It’s all about Perspective
What a canvas! The sky and I, we drift together. Deep, mysterious, unpredictable, colorful. Oh sky reign down on me, reign all of your colors on me. Paint me, paint all of me.
My gratitude list floated and churned in the stream today. I meditated at its edge watching the water ripple, bubble, run down and jump back up. Some water seemed resistant to the concept of downstream its like it jumped back, bubbled and then fell back down in some sort of resolve. Once again I am … More I’m thawing.
Flickering lights rose like sparks from a roaring fire. Floating toward the stars. Flirting with the trees. Skimming the grasses and reeds. An infinite stream of living lights, Dancing with the sky. Joy Cloud 🙂
Melodies stir among the branches, soft clear echoes. Tranquility infused. A lover’s first touch brushes past my face my neck my arm. A stirring a shedding an invisible drape cascades away. A fullness of nothing…..of everything. Blood pulses through my veins. My Breathe moves the air And the silence listens.
Last week I was in that mood: You know the one, where clutter shouts from the corners, the pockets, the drawers, even the rooftops! The only reasonable thing to do was to lace up my boots and go for a walk in the woods. Thank goodness I did. Do you know what I found? I … More Clutter in my drawers. Clutter in the woods.
The sky is a crisp cold blue, I lay on our blue couch reading the Snow Child. I well with emotion upon the words; “In my old age I see that life itself is often more fantastic and terrible than the stories we believed in as children, and that perhaps there is no harm in … More “Untouchably” Touched
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