“Casting Down Imaginations” (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Get rid of the bad type of imagination, but be sure to cultivate the good kind.
Get rid of the bad type of imagination, but be sure to cultivate the good kind.
These cadmium trumpets herald good, unfolding, joyousness!
A whole garden of gratefulnesses, or a whole field of eternal thank yous, in which every flower is astonishingly open…
Emerging from winter even more mindful, spring bangs in brightly.
Stretch yourself. Don’t be complacent. Don’t be an old dog.
My Body is a Celebration of the Divine Mind My body seems to talk to me but this me is consciousness which answers only to my Creator not to any lower sense. My body is wonderfully made more majestic than mountains, more spectacular than travel to Mars, more strong than a hurricane’s gale. My body … Read more
This blessing is for the moment after clarity has come…
Six feet apart was better than six feet under.
Stand out and sing your own song, without trying to be anything else.
In every second, one hundred trillion subatomic particles move through us as if we were sieves…
We are so grateful you came to be with us and we love you! It is so wonderful to travel around the sun with you.
For there is always light,
if only we’re brave enough to see it
If only we’re brave enough to be it