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Days 97-198 You Can Make the Mountains Ring
"If you hear the song I sing You will understand (listen!) You hold the key to love and fear All in your trembling hand Just one key unlocks them both It's there at you command" Excerpt from the song, "Get… Continue reading
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Days 192-196 A Land of Oneness?
"It is easy to turn away from a stranger, the unknown other, from the faceless in a crowded sea of otherness." – Liz Wessel In her weekend essay (& exceptional painting) Liz Wessel answered a question that I also… Continue reading
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Days 190-191 Two by Two
"The ark of peace is entered two by two." A Course in Miracles It is easy to turn away from a stranger, the unknown other, from the faceless in a crowded sea of otherness. We may feel guarded, fearful or… Continue reading
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Days 185-189 – Life was not wasted on her…
Many of us squander our time on earth. Life was not wasted on Gretchen. She embraced it, drank its champagne, painted it the color of Argentina, changed a city & impacted hundreds of thousands. Continue reading
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Days 183-184 “In The Family of Things”
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, Are heading home gain. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, The world offers itself to your imagination, Calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting- Over… Continue reading
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Days 176-177 A Special Kind of Artist
"An artist is not a special kind of person; rather each person is a special kind of artist."- Ananda Coomaraswamy A friend, mentor, artist and spiritual sage, Sr. Madeleva opened her "Art and Contemplation" class with the above quote. Her… Continue reading
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Days 171-175 – “Eternity’s Sunrise” or Will This Poem Change Your Life?
Is any art or any poetry powerful enough to change how you view the world? We often do not know these important things unless we seek to answer such questions. Continue reading
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Days 169-170 The Nature of Fathering
Note: special thanks to Terry Chapman for this insightful Father's Day Reflection. If I close my eyes and envision my father from childhood, we are climbing up a steep hill carrying two pairs of black wooden skis; his are normal… Continue reading
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Days 164-168 – Other Realities
She awakes in a forest that she knows & encounters one she knows not. From my altered states I am sure everyday reality is shallow as a birdbath. “Recent studies of superstring theory relating to the smallest subatomic particles suggest… Continue reading
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Days 162-163 Vanishing
I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire… Continue reading
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