Monthly Archives: November 2017

Territory

The cat slide into the center of the bed, In the center of the room. There was no one else in the bed…. It was soft and warm, So he fell asleep Only to wake up surrounded by love.

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Wired

Suddenly the corridor was filled with fox terriers! And I felt like Myna Loy….. Joyously dancing in the the mystery, Surrounded by love, In the hallway of an office building.

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Bray

no matter what sounds you make when you pray… PRAY!

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Perk up

Wee one, What joy you’ve brung!

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Flight

She came in a sat, Just like that. Why is it so thrilling to have a great predator soar across the sun?

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Motion

I am listening, Just cuz i’m moving doesn’t mean i’m not listening…. Why do we confuse listening with obedience ? Why do we confuse compliance with power with being ‘good’….

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Perched

On a fallen limb A songbird perched And sang a song as sweet as if She was on the highest tree.

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Possible

She sits there charging, On the laptop that is charging. She is creating purrs and peace, Soon I will be creating chapters and verse. Stay tuned.

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Invitation

She flopped down, and rolled on her back And reached out a paw.. Not in submission, but in invitation. She wagged her tail cautiously…. Unsure of what it might mean to accept.

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Presence/Presents

The dew was still on the leaves, And Into my sight You flew. The gifts of transformation are all around us, always. Receive them with Grace.

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