Suffering creates space enough for us
to know that we are alone
and in need of the omnipotent
and perfect love of our Maker.
It is not so large a price to pay
to see and step again
into and through
the small doorway of God’s peace.
It is the work we can only do from here
as our little selves;
mistaken mortals longing for Home.
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
I 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
Hillscapes. 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
It’s a rare thing to find new beginnings in our sixties. We have to fight the urge to rest in complacency, to not rock the boat; to tap down dreams for the sake of safety, security or simply to not break a hip.
Yet, here I am, approaching 60 and a dream is coming true. Continue reading Life is Not a Dress Rehearsal