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When the Moonflower becomes the White Flower: Song for Advent Eventide
The lovely photographs featured here are taken with the eye and hand of photographer/poet/writer Gary Fultz. _________ I’m waiting for a breakthrough as Bach’s Magnificat breaks through the silence. He was just a young man when he wrote this amazing piece of music...
In the Morning and Again at Dusk: A Longing for Joy
I was going to wait till the end of the week to post my reflection on Joy for the third week of Advent, as I’ve been doing. But then realized I still have to fit in Love before the 24th… The photos in this post are taken with the eye and hand of...
The Flame
There was a perfect opening between the trees, A frame for the Flame Of Fire. We walked towards it because that’s what you do when the Sun greets you and then follows you along your path. You realize. We walk in the Light Of Love. __________ In memory of Dee June 20,...
Through the Tall Wooden Door
Through the tall wooden door she leaves one realm and enters another, turning the nob, stepping into dawn’s light, streetlights yet lit, half-moon lingers. The sun hovers above horizon, a mirage, holy light, appears with early morning dog walkers. Icicles break free...