cleaning and sorting
sort of.
in between moments of reminiscing the patchwork pieces of my life.
Tabby cries, and tears roll down my face –
rotted fabric falls apart, leaving only Love.
i stitch my story together with You.
cleaning and sorting
sort of.
in between moments of reminiscing the patchwork pieces of my life.
Tabby cries, and tears roll down my face –
rotted fabric falls apart, leaving only Love.
i stitch my story together with You.
i catch Yours,
bright golden in your orange fur –
as if You could hide anywhere!
Today is the anniversary of my fourth year
of posting my daily
ink brush practice blog posts.
i didn’t notice.
time.
but i was reminded by Love
and the gift of rice paper.
all is gratitude.
all is evolving.
we now have a motto:
Justice, Equity and Compassion in all our Relations.
what do you think?
what’s your daily practice?
i feel like i am surrounded by rudeness!
everywhere – like an epidemic
and now you!
even as you bark at me
i see your fear.
and mine goes away.
rudeness is in fact quite contagious.
and i am feeling a little bit sick.
but i know a cure.
i’m sorry.
please forgive me.
i love you.
i can not go further,
i can not leave this place.
at first i think
my path is blocked.
Dear Charlotte, is this your handiwork?
but on closer examination
the weaver of this web is a jewel –
ah Indra!
Your net has caught me again.
namaste,
sat nam,
peace.
flames dash past me
as the sun sets golden orange
and a flash of reflected light
reminds me
of
You.
Glow.
i was feeling blue,
and in need of comfort –
and You came to me.
i was expecting someone else –
one never knows where sorrow flows,
but it is always accompanied by Grace.