I read a prose poem this morning that took my breath away — not in a wonderful resplendent beautiful way, but in a Moment of Truth in these times way. Here it is… Collective Nouns for Humans in the Wild A group of grandmothers is a tapestry. A group of Read more…
Last night’s storm left lots of small branches on the paths throughout our neighborhood. But fortunately I saw no large trees or branches down in this area today. Though from a distance the path looked messy, when I looked closely I saw beauty. I brought my camera on my walk Read more…
Little did I know when I picked a bunch of beautiful lily of the valley flowers yesterday that today their symbolism would be so appropriate. In the world of flower meanings, lily of the valley flowers are thought to symbolize Our Lady’s Tears It is believed that these flowers rose Read more…
I just read a poem written about living in Northern Ireland that felt so appropriate for these times. So even though I’ve already written a post today, I’m sending out a second post filled with a different look at Here, Now, than the one I just posted. In the midst Read more…
I’ve heard folks say, “How can you be joyful when the world is such a mess?” And some days I too wonder how to be joyful. But I believe that Joy is Necessary every day, even when things are falling apart—especially when things are falling apart. Joy is as necessary Read more…