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On the Mystery: A Meditation

On the Mystery: A Meditation

It’s the Season to climb higher toward deeper Truth To ask Wisdom questions we’ve been afraid to ask To follow our own Path laid out toward the Light like the Magi traveling to the Manger To set our eyes on the Hills and know the Presence of God is here with us in the...
On Finding Your Way Home

On Finding Your Way Home

The nature of Love cannot live with the nature of Fear any more than the nature of Peace can make a home with the nature of Confusion Love and Peace will always rise above Fear and Confusion when given the okay Guidance shows up and leads the way Free from all...
On Blooming Beauty

On Blooming Beauty

Hopes and fears Of all the years were met in the Humblest of the humblest Helpless but Not hopeless Faith can feel fragile Facing the fears filling The world and yet Into the world He came He comes He will come again Advent Preparation Are we prepared? “Teacher we...
Rough Terrain

Rough Terrain

Amidst the rough terrain, against the winds, through stormy days you bloom. Dry earth and sand and rock your bed, your splendor surpassing. Now rest, as Sun reigns in Light. Rain, like oil, anoints your fragile buds yet unseen, contents your roots beneath the earth....
For This I Will Labor

For This I Will Labor

I am moving into my first fall without the burden of balancing numbers. My calendar is open and what I fill it with will be determined by how I am filled. I will ask for good balance as I begin what I used to call a new fiscal year, I have entered a new dance and I am...
Childlike

Childlike

A child has eyes for surprise. Innocent. Imaginative. Free-spirited. I think of these. Apple trees and cornfields. A big red barn. Double Dutch and Four Square. I think of these things too. What I don’t often think of is how totally dependent I was as a child on my...
Encircling Us In Starlight

Encircling Us In Starlight

As the unexpected complexities of these days sometimes leave me in a daze As I listen to the stories of lives so young, so old, in overwhelming isolation As I think of not being able to hold a loved one’s hand or let my eyes rest on the final beat of that heart I...
Days of Small Moments

Days of Small Moments

I love clothes. I do. If you know me you know that. And if you don’t, now you do. But these days I wear my favorite jeans, T-shirt or hoodie. So, for a change, I decided to wear a dress and a wide-brimmed hat on my walk. I’m trying to wake up the creative gene,...
Saturday Space

Saturday Space

There is a group of people sitting on my rock by the water. It’s not really mine, I can’t claim it, I can’t ask them to move, so I move to what I can claim. Another Rock. A new spot A new space. And I need it because, well, I just do. I am reminded that I need to put...

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