It must have been the prayer from my breathor the Northern Flicker that escorted me through the woods.This bright home of coming to groundand the beckoning horizon of my life so far journeyed.Swept away here in the diming hour.This temple … Continue reading
I couldn’t let such a magnificent light pass through without at least one moment to enfold in its warmth, to be here, present…to break rhyme…hurry this season is shifting swiftly. But really I’m gonna savor every last drop of it.
“We have come from the light, the place where the light came into being by itself, established itself and appeared in their image.” – Gospel of Thomas (50)
Too delightful of a late afternoon to leave without cozying up around a fire. I’m enchanted.
Within us, motion and restAt every moment, present and perfect“We are its children and the chosen of the living father.”-Gospel of Thomas (50)
There’s a resounding degree of courage to be found in being the one who believes in the light, even when they cannot see it.
Things are not yet ready to be put to rest, but soon with warmth and wit from the earth underfoot, a growing hum, a pulsating resonance, rotating, elongating…ah an awakening.
ensuing with transitions of the seasons that seems to affect even playful boys. May I suggest stepping into a forest? One nearby a river is a bonus. I don’t go to the forest to be alone; I go to be … Continue reading
Long summers feel good to the last drop…a few ways to honor the fleeting magic of late summer among friends. Love what you touch and you will touch wisely. May the world in your hands brighten with use; May you … Continue reading
Hit some tailwinds from the storms as the northern winds pressed down on us after a prolonged mildness in the atmosphere. It was lovely while it lasted. Heard some birdsongs along the way, ‘twas bittersweet as we know they are … Continue reading
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