Wandering into an evening and arising to a page in a Journal ~ Close your eyes and listen. I echo through the land in the chatter of cicada. In the shrill trill of each bird I am ever speaking. But Continue reading Close your eyes …
In Latin Desiderata means “desired things.” It is the title of a poem written by Max Ehrmann, shared here as a meditation ~ Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As Continue reading Desiderata.
This needs to be written before its forgotten. And perhaps, with the writing will come a greater likelihood I’ll remember the next time. It’s not just one thing though … On Monday, I shared about how Jonathon’s passing reminded me Continue reading Forgotten.
Man’s modus operandi is to look at the surface of things, make a judgement based on “his” perception, and act according to his particular nature. Indeed, an oversimplification but it’s not so far fetched. Years ago I heard (or read) Continue reading A Numbers game.
One card per week, pulled on a Sunday. One additional point of focus … upon the symbolism and however it may speak to us during the course of the week. The images are being taken from The Sacred Text site. Continue reading A point of meditation for the week ~
I have mentioned a couple or more times in my writing thus far, “it is time.” Ah yes, indeed. As the new year comes, I have considered how best to re-frame the structure of my “practice.” Surely this sounds rigid Continue reading Clearing a place at the table.
The following poem was written by my oldest daughter in the spring of 2007. She was 19. While I slept one night, she was laying on my bed thinking and writing. This is what she shared with me the following Continue reading A poem ~ A meditation.