I’ve been trying to bend words to post to the blog; they’ve stubbornly hung back in protest and resistance just outside the margins.
Then, I exchanged short notes with a new acquaintance, and how it flowed! The celebration of words spoken, and not; spirit and practical partnerships discovered by just moving through the day. Continue reading Found Puzzle Peace
More,
if not most,
is accomplished
with Love.
God,
save me
from my
ego’s aim.
Why morning time?
The mind is more pliable in the early hours of waking. More apt to hear the spirit of dreams where imagination and grounding co-exist; where noise is gently parted for the still voice of the Self that is instilled in each of us as a Beloved child of God.
I suppose I’ll go ahead and write about the fire that is in front of me; standing so close that my clothes nearly ignite. They are the only protection I have – hope bricked by these flimsy, combustible threads.
Yes, again, I am facing grief. Continue reading Hauntings and Healings
A few moments on the balcony looking out to the edge of sky and water. Water and earth.
Bob is fishing off the bank and has signaled that he already has snagged two good sized trout.
Settling back into my water-scape view, tears swell as naturally as the persistent, gentle lapping of waves against the concrete bulkhead.
These are the good days.
In hindsight we’ll see more of the incredible gift of these easy times, even as we know in these moments their delicate joys.
The next several posts will be summaries from my recent meditation series. By the grace of God, as well as readings from the ages and inspirations of friends, I am meditating again and remembering that mediation changes me. Meditation changes my world.
I hope a part of these can serve as points of connection for you too, either in identifying with the struggle to be still or celebrating the uncomplicated companionship of God’s loving presence in our lives. And I preface all with these wise words from a new, old hero of mine.
“But it must always be remembered that there have been countless souls to whom the words “meditation” and “contemplation” have no meaning at all, and yet these souls have found God. There are a thousand ways to him.”–Jean-Pierre de Caussade