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Wordless-ness
I have not yet learned to hold back my words in Prayer. I sit – silent – and words do come floating on wings, butterflies in my brain. In silence – You fill me I overflow with Words. Why, Words come to life in Silence! Have I so misunderstood? Do I...
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,...