Category Archives: The Now

The daily day-to-day or the nightly night-to-night

practice

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.  

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smoke and mirrors

‘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 … Continue reading

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Bowing: an invitation

Her tail was a flurry as she pounced down to pray…. oh you say? don’t i mean PLAY… perhaps it is you, who have lost your way… for in honest play who can deny the communion with the divine? To … Continue reading

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smoke signals

the cats came to the doors, crying. the skies were covered with yellow grey clouds everything was edged with burnt orange and smoke….. as they ran inside, we went out, in wonder. ashes fell gently from the sky, like snow. … Continue reading

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open

 flowers bloom by opening, perhaps we open by blooming….. but this i know, we are all part of the sacred dance of life.

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reaching

She had the same name as my mother, and the same accent, filled with granite and love – . the bed was to high for the dog to see Her, and she was too immobilized to see Him — and … Continue reading

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Busy and full

Busy and full Of commitments and care Filled with love And despair. Take the time to breath and sit, If only for a little bit. The owl is hooting in the dark, Even as the dawn doth spark, And the … Continue reading

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morning darkness

in the morning darkness before the sun has risen, light still shines hidden in the deep soft fur of Love.

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Mirrors and illusions

  There at my elbow is a muzzle, nudging me to pay attention to the more important things in life – all is illusion, and as such, magic is real – and all is Love. art does not mimic life, … Continue reading

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Shadow and Light

in the sunshine a small dog lies curled in comfort; in the shade a small cat does the same… . i stand in the doorway watching them both; seeing advantages on each side, and noticing that we are all still on … Continue reading

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