Seeing all these special hand-painted stones reminded me of a wonderful book I read called “Simple Ways” by Gunilla Norris. I imagine whoever painted these held the stones for awhile, appreciating the shapes, listening to them, spending time with them, walking with them, feeling them, and adding their own special energy to the stones on this big rock I saw at Spirit Rock Meditation Center in Woodacre, California. They seemed like jewels, as do the delicate blue flowers on the field of green. The stones became more real, more alive, because of who spent time with them and appreciated them, kind of like the Velveteen Rabbit becoming real through the love of a child.
Continue reading Touch Stones, Gravity Points
Oh how we still need the rain here in California!
I was sitting outside with a few others during a meditation. At first I was cold, but after I got a blanket to throw over part of me, I began to enjoy the peace of being outdoors, the calm generated by everyone meditating, and yet the cold drops awakening my skin.
“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.”—Langston Hughes
could be a day out in Nature to refresh and renew, enjoying the great cathedral of the outdoors
could be as short as one refreshing breath
could be time in church, meditation, prayer
could be a walk with no destination in mind, just savoring each breath, tree and flower, taking the time
I found some new leaves nestled in a pink “nest” to savor
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At the pond,
I went out on a quest
I did see ~fleetingly~
hundreds of frogs hopping,
leaving water jewels on pads
evidence of their having been there
I asked them
if any would sit still
so I could take closer looks
but NONE would after much pleading
even though I told them I don’t eat frogs
Continue reading Frog Scriptures