A fountain was made out of the old mill stone.
Where once water turned grain to flour
To ease hunger,
Now water babbles up to ease thirsting souls.
Listening,
A little bird accepts the invitation.
Drink deep from the fountain.
Listen to the Water.
After a day of flying
It feels good to finally alight.
And suddenly you are surrounded by other frequent fliers,
All seeking love.
The fireflies only confirming what we already know.
Love is here, it’s up to us to light our way….
And I doing so we just might all be able to see a little clearer .
i planted a Sweet Annie antique rose today.
and i thought of many things,
of toil and soil,
of past love and presents in the arms of friends.
Bloom where you are planted.
but don’ t forget to look for the trellis
to help you climb up.
all Love is reflection.
thunder is rumbling
and lightening is flashing
i can see the storm cloud
dark and menacing…
but over my head the sky is blue
and i look up and i see You.
and i know this storm soon will pass.
we are the weavers,
we are the web.
and today as i wove my head around the weaving of a round prayer rug,
the kittens joined me to demonstrate
how
nothing simple
is
ever
easy.
in the morning
a call of prayer came.
the crows cawed,
while the osprey sang in the choir –
Ask and it shall be given –
what shall we ask for?
Peace.
and suddenly the woodpecker laughed and began to bang out the Truth.
Knock and the door shall be opened!
Enter into the uncertain moment –
help change the world with Love.
reach for the ribbon
as it swirls in the wind,
stretch to the heights
where you have never been,
explore the possibilities of peace and play,
may we all live to love life in this way.
overcome by grief
and despair,
i take to bed, to get some comfort there –
thinking it would come in the shape of dreams
instead it gently jumped on me with four paws,
then four more –
and gentle solace joined me for a nap.
And i awoke with the dream restored.
Love,not fear, provides justice.
Ministry of Animals 