There is always room for more kindness, compassion and comforting in our world. Remembering what it feels like to be comforted by a friend, a family member, our animal families, is what is emerging from today’s dilemnas. A warm, soft blanket to enfold us, a cup of hot tea or hot soup to warm us, a friendly voice on the other end of the telephone to encourage us, a happy smile on a Facebook message to bring a smile to us, the soft purring or wagging of the tail by our animal companions, is what lifts us up and helps us to shift in consciousness. The times of struggle tend to bring out the very best in our >>
Portraits of Grace
If you speak of a portrait, most people would probably assume you are referring to a painting or photograph of a person. What if one referred to a painting or photograph of a tree or a river as a portrait? Personally, I love that perspective! Did you know that there are rivers on our planet that have been given the same legal rights as a person? For example, the Whanganui in New Zealand, Rio Atrato in Colombia, and the Ganga and Yamuna rivers in India were all granted legal rights in 2017. By 2019, all rivers in Bangladesh had been given legal rights. If you believe, as I do, that Mother Earth is a sentient, living being, then >>
The First Forsythia
Several days ago, the first Forsythia bloom appeared just outside my window. The lone, tiny yellow blossom looked so small and yet I knew in its heart was a hardy survivor. We have had three snows this past week. The ground is getting warmer so one day it snowed from 9:00 am to 5:00 pm and only after noon did the snow begin to accumulate on the ground. And this morning we awakened to another night’s snowfall, which left a blanket of white covering the ground, the trees and shrubs, and the mountain road was a sheet of ice from the bitter cold winds. Then the sun came out and melted most of the snow. Now the tiny, >>
Into the Mystical
Becoming aware is a process, and the transformative steps take place all during our lives. To be aware, or “Woke” as it is known from the Civil Rights era, is a noble space. One that every living being is entitled to and has the right to be. We are all born in this space, and then life gives us families and social settings that turn us either away or toward Divine Love. On this planet, the majority of us experience the turning away in our childhoods, and so our lives echo footsteps of those before us, and our own past lives, and we either reach for that first-born state or not. And so on my own life journey, >>
In Harmony
“Come join us in the living treetops, where the winds of spirit blow wild and free.” ~ Ken Carey, Return of the Bird Tribes As twilight falls at Treetops, I catch a glimpse out the kitchen window of a lone reclining deer resting under the thicket behind the house. The wind stirs softly among the edge of this forest, and the hazel, wild cherry, oak and pine trees sway to the melody of the mystical breeze. The birds’ songs accelerate, getting louder and reaching a crescendo pitch, then like the crickets and cicadas choir, suddenly stop. Night falls dark and gentle and the whipoorwill calls out whispers of hope, songs of love. The wind speaks to us, clearing >>
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