Her face was white,
Her fur was grey, well what was left of it…
Her tail no longer a plume, but a whip with a tassel –
yet still it waved in greeting to the person
she could no longer see.
Welcome! i love you!
(we are all velveteen rabbits in the end.)
this morning i woke up at walked right smack into the web of life.
i enter
home again
and am greeted with a spinning wagging happiness!
such JOY!
is it me?
or simply
She knows the ways of radical hospitality that heal a weary soul.
in the white foam
of a red flag day,
in the sand and surf
two merpups began to play…
I bow to You,
You bow to me,
and oh how the wind and sea
share our reverie!
.
lesson of the day –
play and the world rejoices.
.
simply to be,
is to be
busy.
for what is busy,
if not productive?
and what is the simile of productivity?
To be busy as a bee!
and nothing simple is ever easy:
even to a simple bee.
thus,
we are called to simply be.
simile,
God loves You!
The dragonfly with crystal wings flew in front of me,
and all was a blurr but Her.
And suddenly everything came into focus.
tis said that one can not focus on more than one thing at a time,
and perhaps that is true,
For everything is You……
!
as i parked my car
two Canadian Geese strolled across the street,
onto the sidewalk
and continued walking down the road….
later, as i was once again driving,
while stopped at a light,
another pair
strolled together on another sidewalk….
and as the sun was setting,
and i was once again exiting my vehicle –
a solo goose,
stood
still,
watching,
and they have been walking through my meditation as i try to sit still….
but oh, the stories that come spinning!
and after i painted, i realized that i could create even more depending on what order i placed the pictures into. We are such a storytelling animal! but sometimes, it gets the better of us….
rather than impose a narrative – i posed a question instead –
Why are you all walking when you can fly?
and the only answer was the echoing of the same question in my heart.
Follow your path, by foot or by feather.
my day started with a tiny bird yelling….
and it felt like the shrill was directed at me….
even though it wasn’t.
how arrogant we humans are sometimes….
the rest of the day was filled with practice.
my first dog was a small black bundle of poodle.
i was 9 years old
and He was splendid!
I named him Captain Timothy Carver, and called him Tim.
we jumped rope together,
and chased waves on the beach…
and he taught me more than i could ever teach
him. and he helped me know that
Love never dies, even if people you love do.
and that is why i do what i do.
‘where there is smoke, there is fire…’
if all is metaphor,
and even the black cat refuses to stay out of doors –
what teaching is this?
Lightening has struck and the swamp is burning, again.
what clouds our vision and fills our senses
conceals unholy truths…
we have no one to blame but the face in the mirror…
and no where to hide – if we can not heed Her lessons.
so wash your face,
rekindle your flame
and fight fire with fire.
The dogs need to go out for a walk.
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