“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.” ~ Rumi Occasionally, when my body wakes at 3:00 a.m., with no intention of reconnecting with the dream world, this 13th-century Persian poet, theologian and mystic speaks into my soul, “The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep.” At 3:38 a.m., I am following Rumi’s advice. I put my feet … Continue reading Firefly Grief
Listen to Your Life
“Listen to your life.” So many writers have used this simple phrase as a launch point: I would like to introduce one such author to you. Frederich Buechner, American writer (of 30 books) and theologian begins a year of daily meditations with this reminder. “Listen to your life All moments are key moments.” … Continue reading Listen to Your Life
Painting Advent: A Metaphor in Waiting
The 4th floor can be a busy place, especially the nurse's station. Patients pace up and down the halls holding on to the arm of an aide or IV pole, strengthening their legs and stretching their minds out from beyond the ivory-toned rooms. Lunch carts and doctors take the corners tightly in an effort skirt … Continue reading Painting Advent: A Metaphor in Waiting
Riding down Hwy 169
Having lived in the Northwest area of town on and off for about 40 years, I know the roads pretty well. When we first moved to the area in the early 70’s, Hwy 169 (then County Road 18) was a dirt road. Living just east of 169, we were the last line of residential homes … Continue reading Riding down Hwy 169
Accusation answered with defensiveness always fuels tension.
Sounds like a news headline. Instead it is a reminder I gleaned from an argument, one brought on by pain: physical, emotional, spiritual. I watched, I listened and as observer was able to see without a cloud of emotions dimming my view. On the surface Christine made a request to her husband Ralph. This request … Continue reading Accusation answered with defensiveness always fuels tension.
The weekend weather lent itself to two full days of working in the yard. Starting each morning, early before the heat arrived, the constant breeze enticed me to stay the day. I am most often aware of how blessed I am when in nature, and that certainly includes the yard – even with the weeds. … Continue reading Phantom