Category Archives: The Now

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

Luck

Posted on February 3, 2018 by eteal

A calico cat crossed my path today. Apparently I must make my own luck. . Born storytellers, We create our own superstitions, The real question is how useful they are to raising us up, or tearing us down. . Life … Continue reading →

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beauty

Posted on February 2, 2018 by eteal

Beauty. ever present, unseen as we look for salvation elsewhere. Beauty that makes me want to fall on my knees before it… Pure. True, Good. with Her feet in the silt of the spring run, the sun glistening of Her … Continue reading →

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Sacred Circus

Posted on February 1, 2018 by eteal

When I was a little, I used to pray that I could run away to the circus, Now I am big, I have been given one of my own!

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green

Posted on January 31, 2018 by eteal

  Green means new – oh, colour of the heart, here we start again with beginner’s mind… . empty and full of love and You. making gentle mistakes – oh never ending learning curve. thank heavens you bend toward justice! … Continue reading →

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Bunk beds

Posted on January 30, 2018 by eteal

So today, The oldest littlest dog, Climbed into the youngest littlest dog’s crate, And fell asleep. So the youngest simply climbed on top, And did the same. When someone steals your bed, Make another…. Then lie in it.

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Rain

Posted on January 28, 2018 by eteal

Sometimes all you need to get out of the rain is for someone to open the door.

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Laurels

Posted on January 27, 2018 by eteal

There is no amount of thank Yous, No amount of laurels that might be rested on, That can ever touch the gratitude Of being truly loved, without words. And to share that Love, Is nothing but Grace. I am so … Continue reading →

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Climbing

Posted on January 27, 2018 by eteal

Against the glass, The snake rose up… Belly shimmering, shimmying… Like a segmented pearl teaching possibilities. Keep exploring, keep climbing Keep seeking…

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family

Posted on January 26, 2018 by eteal

family is not about the blood in your veins, it’s about the love in our hearts.

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Music

Posted on January 25, 2018 by eteal

The Ibis Quartet, Apparently on a break, Strutted around the green room that is the lawn, Eating worms, While a soloist sang high notes in a tree. I saw none of this, it was reported to me. I was inside, … Continue reading →

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