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Celebrating nature.

10,000 + One

Who is to say how many times it takes hearing, “I love you,” to really hear it? Receive it? Accept it?

It was a year and a half before one day, in the midst of an argument with my boyfriend (now husband) that I heard it. My 10,000 plus one sounded like this:

“You know, just because we are arguing, we are not breaking up. You know that, right?”

No. I had not known that.

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Minou the Masterful Cat

Minou lounging © twyatt 2014I made a conscious decision to unplug and keep the focus on the inside journey of the soul while attending school at The Abbey in Pecos.  But my writing continued in a plethora of notebooks and journals – recording the events of the day as well as how the Spirit (with a capital S) moved among and through us.  I’ll be posting more of these as they unwind – falling to form the mosaic that I know God created in me, and all of us as one Body of Christ. Continue reading Minou the Masterful Cat

The Hill Country #3 : Enjoy The View

Stairs to Mount Baldy 2014 VerticalThere’s nothing like walking up 218 steps, to 1,182′ elevation, to get the blood flowing.  As I huffed and puffed and looked around from way up there (I know, I know – not much of an impressive elevation outside of Texas), I said some prayers for a few folks who I know are struggling.  After all, it is called Prayer Mountain (as well as Mount Baldy).

But in short order my mind drifted to just looking at the horizons and earth’s blanket of sprouting greens and bush, and I heard a simpler calling to just enjoy the view.  This is prayer, and sometimes, like now, appreciation for God’s work and wonder is the best prayer of all.

The Hill Country #2 : Bucking the System

Wimberley View BlueHillscapes.  Sun.  Tea.  Books.  Birdsongs.  And a new location – on the other side of the hill.  Quiet.  It takes a little time to unwind.  I forget that when planning a trip. And sometimes it takes changing our minds and changing our location as we did last night.  It was a good move.

Now the breezes come and go, the small manmade waterfall offers her calming rhythm, the hawks glide overhead on rising currents of warming air, and I think about … how much does the soul weigh? Continue reading The Hill Country #2 : Bucking the System