iris bud reminds me of a candle
that the body will perish at some point
but few like to think about this
the awareness burns more brightly as one ages
as the iris of the eye opens
birth and death come as a pair
dying to certain things means birthing something new
fully living allows one to die well
the iris has to die to the bud
in order to bloom
the bloom has to die
to create seeds
so new life is possible
so it may continue in some way again
but the iris doesn’t seem to have any worries or fears
about each stage
it just seems to live happily
in whatever stage it happens to be
letting each stage unfold naturally
Continue reading Green Candle of Truth
“Come, Spirit who makes a home in us.
Draw us to the treasures of your dwelling.
Reveal to us the inner journey of love.”
” May I Have This Dance?”, Ave Maria Press
My friend, Christine, made this beautiful wreath for me one Advent. This photo was taken after an interfaith Taize gathering I had in my home. I have made this into a greeting card with Joyce Rupp’s permission.
When I saw this nasturtium leaf , I immediately saw these drops of water as us, pilgrims, on our journey towards the One. It reminded me of Sr. Macrina Wiederkehr’s words: “The sacred space before the feast of Christmas is our womb time. It is a time of pregnancy and gestation.” The leaf is the sacred space and also the womb. These drops look very pregnant to me.
I am reminded of Rumi’s words “You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.”
“all of nature says “yes””
spring-summer-early fall, the leaves open to the light
collecting light for the tree
nourishing the trunk, the branches, me
collecting light for the roots
so when autumn and winter rains and cold comes
there is stored light in the roots
for the short days and long nights
Continue reading Autumn Dance
“Wherever you go, go with all your heart.”
Continue reading From the Bottom of My Heart
The way is full of genuine sacrifice.
The thickets blocking the path are anything
that keeps you from that, any fear
that you may be broken to bits like a glass bottle.
This road demands courage and stamina,
yet it’s full of footprints! Who ARE
these companions? They are rungs
in your ladder. Use them!
With company you quicken your ascent.
Continue reading Of Being Woven
When I saw this beautiful scene, it was my birthday. I was high up in the Rocky Mountains on a morning hike. It seemed like there were diamonds glittering in the water near the duck. The thought of my late husband and ancestors came to mind. I made a comfort card using the words suggested by Mother Nature:
Continue reading Blessing Tree
“Each morning we awaken to the light and the invitation to a new day in the world of time; each night we surrender to the dark to be taken to play in the world of dreams where time is no more. At birth we were awakened and emerged to become visible in the world. At death we will surrender again to the dark to become invisible. Awakening and surrender: they frame each day and each life; between them the journey where anything can happen, the beauty and the frailty.”
—John O’Donohue, “Beauty, the Invisible Embrace”
Continue reading Circle of Life
searching for solidity
wanting to be rooted in something deep
as a young babe searches for milk
sometimes life’s storms erodes the soil of our garden
and we have to live on the edge of unsolid ground
roots dangling in the air
perhaps so we have a chance to re-examine what we were rooted in
was it the soil of eternity
were the roots deep enough
was it real