And the crèche said Moo

Posted on December 17, 2018 by eteal

The first cow

in the nativity

Was an ox,

in 1223,

In a cave.

In Italy.

Today She was

in a field in Florida…

But the message is still the same,

Live simply,

Live humbly,

Love wholeheartedly,

All of creation.

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Holiday Etiquette

Posted on December 15, 2018 by eteal

She opened her mouth

And sounds like cut glass ring thru the air!

She jumped

Onto the lap of the unsuspecting stranger…

So exited it is a wonder she didn’t turn herself inside out.

Overwhelmed with the holidays?

You are not alone!

It is sooo hard to have good manners when life is soo full of glitter and goodnesses,

Soo full of You!

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Sit! Stay!

Posted on December 15, 2018 by eteal

At this moment,

I am stuck,

I can not stand up,

Thus I sit,

Moored to this spot by a soft warm anchor

Wrapped around my feet.

.

Stop running around,

Take a moment.

Sit!

Stay!

Ah big dog,

You

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Boundary lessons from a puppy.

Posted on December 14, 2018 by eteal

I spent the day putting up fencing,

To keep those I love safe inside,

Not to keep those I love out.

And then She comes along and leaps thru the barrier,

As easily as She leapt into my heart.

What does it mean to be safe?

I dunno,

I think it might have something to do with having an open heart,

And mending fences,

And minding the gates of the garden.

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Calendaring

Posted on December 13, 2018 by eteal

The boy with the curly hair

Sat down beside the dog with the same.

In his hands he had a calendar,

Which he shared with the dog who didn’t care for any dates,

Accept this one,

Right now,

Beside the boy with the curly hair.

.

(Since when did calendaring become a verb?

What does it mean to calendar anyway?

And why is it called booking, if a calendar is not a book?

Learning to read is hard,

Learn what to read is harder.

But reading together?

Ah, that is a month of Sundays.)

.

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Follow your star

Posted on December 12, 2018 by eteal

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Quiet Joy

Posted on December 11, 2018 by eteal

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Crows of Light

Posted on December 10, 2018 by eteal

“I am not some harbinger of Death” said the crow,

“I have survived the fire to bring you the Light.

Beware the stories of loss that others tell,

Listen to the stories of the survivors.

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Lights

Posted on December 9, 2018 by eteal

We stood on the lawn gazing at the flickering lights,

Like earthly fireworks,

Or

shooting stars

proclaiming this season of light.

Unaware,

(at first)

A form in the shadows was also following the light…

Is someone there?

Magi or Mother?

Your feline form suddenly silhouetted against the magic of the night,

You are clearly

Divine.

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Birds and Angels

Posted on December 8, 2018 by eteal

She spoke of love

for chickens long gone,

for cranes that called loudly in the deep of night,

for emus with their deep green eggs,

For the tiniest of birds singing in trees,

She spoke with love.

.

When you say that angels have wings…

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