Category Archives: Meditations

Winter Drawings

Two winter drawings I am lucky to have from my Mother, Mary Alice Rogers Wyatt, and her brother, Earl Miles Rogers. Both are in pencil, ink, and chalk.

I thought lovingly of my mother and her brother as I carefully removed their art from the frames to scan. I imagined my grandmother’s pride and joy as she framed and displayed the scenes, side-by-side.

I am committed to keeping them together for as long as I have them. Then, they will fade and crackle into dust of obscurity, leaving an ethereal trail of smiles. I’m okay with that. It is the way.

Morning Time Visitor

Twelve years ago at this time, I was at my sweet sister’s bedside as she lived her way to heaven.

Each year at this time, I am flooded with such an array of feelings and memories. They are gifts and, still, Trudy is teaching me. The first and greatest from that tender time of Rosetears was: Love is eternal. Time has added that Love may possibly be made even stronger by time and absence of physical evidence.

Today’s sweet cardinal appearing just outside my window represents a new freedom, if not command, that I have been given: live the life you have. In some ways, I feel I have finally caught up with my past in a way that I can more fully live my present. I think this is grace.

But, most of all, it’s still and always about Love. And there is always enough to go around.

I wish you well, with love.

AMPing-up My Meditation

I needed a way to AMP-up and get accountable to my prayer and meditation practice so I created a little idea of encouragement over at my website. It is simply thinking of the next letter in the alphabet before entering meditation, then going into my practice.

I began today with the letter A. The word ATTITUDE came up, which needs care and attention and improvement. Tomorrow will be B. We will see what B brings. I don’t particularly use the letter or word inside my meditation. I simply use it to keep track of where I am and possibly bring to mind/heart an intention.

If you would like more information on this, visit my website at www.sacredsupport.com. And, as always, I love hearing about your experiences in the way of connecting with God, ourselves, and others.

All of us meditating, in our own way, together is my idea of fun. Join me if it appeals to you too.

Silent Companioning

Sometimes, a moment brings joy I could not have imagined.

Yesterday, with Les just across the table from me, and gentle breezes and soft keystrokes the only sound around us, I paused.

“Can it really get any better than this?” I thought. “This silent companioning of being lost in our own worlds of writing in this beautiful place?”

These are the good days. The good moments. Thank you.

The Gap

Every once in a while there’s a gap.

A craving I cannot name.

An itch I cannot scratch.

I sit,

scrolling on my phone,

searching for books or a new tv series to begin, but, eventually,

and inevitably,

I slip back into a motionless stare that I don’t even recognize until

the stove timer dings, and,

there it is again.

The gap.

The gap between us.

The impermanent curtain hanging between flesh and spirit,

between here and There.

It’ll pass. It always does.

Note: This came out of a moment, or hour?, of staring into the infinite horizon of sky and earth. Initially, I thought I was missing my sister. Of calling her. With no particular need. Just a chat. But, as words came to page, I sensed it is also appropriate for this time of waiting in the season of Lent. Shared with love, and hope too.