Tag Archives: eco-spirituality

Out on a limb

out on a limb is sometimes the only way to gain some perspective. enjoy the view.

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Grackles and Pyramids

  Do you hear the Pharaoh’s songs? Do you hmm and sing along? Do you know whose Pharaoh today? Did you think they had long gone away? if so then why did the story stay?

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Squirrel hunting

“squirrel hunting for dinner” Sometimes you say something – and people hear something else. the old carny trick holds more truth than many a sacred text. “Come see the Man Eating Chicken” – the horror, the savagery! yet, all of … Continue reading

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Flying home

the sea gulls have been calling to me all day, calling me home to You. (we all make do with what we find – use it up, wear it out, make it do – or do without – is only … Continue reading

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Budding Leaves

the sun shines on bright tiny new leaves swaying in the breeze, as the sweetgum wakes up  – oh my morning stars! they are tiny birds! i am the one waking up.

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home

a light rain falls as i enter the home of worship – no ceiling covers the altar, the chalice is cradled in the branches of the budded acolyte’s arms… the choir sings and all is blessed. Enter your home. Worship.

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flight paths

overhead the sky fills with hawks i look up as the wings fill the sky taking my breath away with the possibilities of flight. Then, as i sit behind the fence, feeling both secure and trapped, a cardinal flies thru … Continue reading

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drumming

the ground is frozen. ice creates glass garments on the ferns temporarily given them a temporary air of permanence and yet the drum beat of spring sounds thru the woods. breakfast!

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the greatest of these

i sit in meditation and the cat sits. i ponder what makes bravery.

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Dancing

the ball spins. i spin. we spin together! life is a dance!

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