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Me and my “bitty-boy,” enjoying the rope swing. She asked what my sense of God was and it came like a flash in my mind. Levi is my “uppie” boy still at three and a half. Lately he’s taken to bargaining to achieve a place on my hip. “If you take me...
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This December presented the opportunity to fulfill a life-long secret dream of being a florist as I worked at a dear friend’s flower farm for a few days. The first day was spent cutting Eucalyptus branches and “greening” a series of lovely...
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Kneeling on the cold stone hearth each morning, facing yesterday’s ashes cold and gray as death, ignites a necessary humility. Today’s fire must be made from what lies at hand – life and heat coaxed from pages of an old newspaper, ...
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The vicar general, shying away from ‘paganism’ hangs back and sits under a tree reading the guidebook. I am able to approach the Buddhas barefoot and undisturbed, my feet in wet grass, wet sand. – Thomas Merton describing his visit to the sleeping Budhas in the...
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This is the field across the street from our house. Lovely, isn’t it? A new nest rests in the pine tree now. The Mourning Dove and her eggs are gone. Too early for the eggs to have hatched, we wonder what happened – a...
