In a couple of days I will be 63. I have never said this, but I have had an awesome and extremely successful career in business. Though an accountant I was not a beaner. The multimillion dollar companies I worked for thrived, shareholders made money, CEOs made bonuses. They did so because I chose not to focus on…..
I have pondered this little leaf since Friday. I suspect the question it raised has existed much, much longer. During a very rare actual lunch break, I sat outside to gaze at the mountains and hear the wind rustle through the trees.
I sat with hands opened in my lap. The little leaf executed a perfect landing into the palm…..
Rumi’s poem, The Guest House, encourages us to welcome all visitors – sadness and joy, prosperity and poverty, abundance and destruction, meanness and compassion. “Each has been sent as a guide from beyond.” Tosha Silver, in her book, Changing Prayers, writes “May I know who I AM: All that I encounter.” We whisper and affirm a resounding yes. We…..
Sand dunes where mountains should be. Sculpted and painted by the wind. The wind an artist that knows no rest. The sand sculpture reformed and colors continued to change. The changes never heard a single cry of “But I liked it the other way!” No whimpered, “Why?” Just life, nature, wind, time, and change in motion. The dune in…..
Some morning’s breath so cool and seductive, you cannot help but enter the invitation. Some mornings the whispered invitation lies content in the arms of gentle music….and a dust cloth. So many gifts of rocks, wood, and feathers. And yes, they snuggle in the quilt of dust. Kissed and caressed by the music I lift each gift and pull…..
Yes I remember 15 years ago today. I remember the words I spoke to my employees who were shaken as phone calls to co-workers, who were friends, were shattered with screams and sounds no one should hear- or they experience. I remember screaming “Chris!” in the phone as the screaming went silent. Every hour we were talking to…..
What is 90 minutes of unpaid time to birth an easier labor for the day? So was my innocent thought. The embryo of innocence, unknowing what life held in waiting, drew my eyes to the sun kissed gift as I scurried to work’s door. As the travail of the day’s labor groaned to deliver hope, love, and trust, the…..
A week where sheets of heart rain fell upon the tin roof of my soul. Deafening at times. At other times, gifting a comforting rhythmical tympani, like a heart beat. A week where sheets of heart rain fell upon the tin roof of my soul. But when the heart looks beyond itself, glistening worlds of light await.
Sometimes I think the screech or cry we utter at birth is our attempt to scream the first of what will be, an infinite number of ‘why?!’ We just don’t know how to articulate it yet. But we will learn. Oh yes, we will learn. It’s a word, a feeling, a rage and sense of despair that can make…..
A savored and delicious morning walk. Pre fall temperature and wind. I pondered how my presence changed the earth. My feet moved pebbles and grains of sand. My body changed the direction of the wind. If such a simple act could create and direct such changes, how much more my activities? My words? My energy? My thoughts? My smile….or…..