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What to Pack Pack not only your prayers, and your willingness to be open to remarkable good, but bring a great attitude as well as your stamina, patience, flexibility, and strength. Toss in a whole lot of awe, bundled up in alert curiosity and a healthy thirst for the assorted smiles of strangers. Tie that … Read more
Let’s relish this turning inward, this harvest time of hope, by being outside to marvel at it all.
Growth Changes Our ancestors lived organically, freely sprawling out of the fertile soil. My generation exists hydroponically, efficiently enclosed, with our feet in water. The next generation are air plants, trying to thrive on mere mist and humidity. How and on what will their children live? We all need the sun, and to photosynthesize, but … Read more
Spirit does not labor to ascend a high elevation, nor does it even notice a change in atmosphere.
Beauty is an abstract concept found the world over, but it is especially present on one’s home turf if you only will pay attention.
The superabundant greenish white blooms of the limelight hydrangeas languidly reach over the fence in the hazy sun, yearning to cheer you on in your day.
Why does that feel so rare when unabashedly genuine?
The “Golden Shovel” is a modern poetic form invented by Terence Heyes, and this is the one I wrote recently in that painting workshop I attended.
So grateful to be sitting here drinking nature in, like electrolytes for my soul…
Since conscious attention is what it means to be human, what do we spend that precious resource on?
Be thankful, be obedient, let your heart shine forth and be sure, keep moving towards freedom and the dazzling light.
At the beginning of July, the ultramarine blue hydrangeas were like a finale of bursting fireworks their blooms reaching on strong stems, noble and uplifted, splashing their joy all over the scene.
You are not your thoughts, and not all thoughts are true or helpful, or even your own. You are not their originator but rather, their arbiter.
I am so very grateful for this gift that keeps on giving. Festooned with so many ribbons…
Dotted buds, tight fisted but yielding; scattered pecks of blossoms on trees; efflorescent dabs of white or blush pink done with a vigorous, percussive hand
Devastation recedes as compassion surges, while blooms ever so silently unfold, unnoticeable, until flagrantly and gorgeously displayed.
Jesus aligned with God’s consciousness and was raised from the dead to show us we could live forever. Now, please, can God raise our collective consciousnesses