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Monthly Archives: August 2012
After the storm.
The yard is flooded. A visitor arrives and dries his wings, before flying on. We are blessed.
Posted in Blessings, The Now
Tagged bird, blessings, crane, ink brush meditiation, ink brush painting, Storm
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Dogs & Trucks PSA 1
Driving down the highway, I see joy and trouble ahead. How happy she looks. Like she could jump for joy. My heart leaps. I pray she doesn’t. For I am the car behind her and she is in the back … Continue reading
Touch
You touch my heart as I touch your head. Fur and flesh, together we are healed.
Posted in Poems
Tagged fur, hand, healing touch, ink brush meditiation, poodle head, spirituality, touch. community
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What is it?
We all cry in our own way, none the less, it will be okay.
Posted in The Now
Tagged beauty, dog, dogs, hope, ink brush meditiation, ink brush painting, spirituality, wisdom
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Ladies
Balancing on a leaf, Shall I fly away home? Have you set my house on fire? I can not quench it with my tears, Only with actions. Thus I fly, for this is my home, and it … Continue reading
Posted in Poems, The Now
Tagged home, ink brush meditiation, ink brush painting, lady birds, ladybug ladybug fly away home, social action, spirituality, tears
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