Alone in the morning sipping coffeea story tells itself to merandom, no noticeable triggerno sequential order Making homemade kahlua with Sherri on a cool November morningWalking railroad tracks with Mallarie to visit a neighboring schoolSunbathing slathered in iodine and baby oil with Bonnie in the back yardPretending to not be winded to impress David while … More Keta
Roots of truth spread through the soil of understanding obscure like subterranean aspen networks during winter quiet Opinions can evolve untroubled by uncertainty, nourished by the mystery of partial knowledge not fed by snap judgments or need for absolute answers but embracing the unanswerable Photo by Doug Duffee courtesy of Unsplash
Quiet inward reflections of the be-er feed participation Active outward participation of the do-er inspires points for contemplation Graphic and poem inspired at the Monday Night Fellowship facilitated by my friend, Penny. Check out her new web site for writing prompts and spiritual inspiration: The Sacred Path.
Sometimes a question whispers in my ear Sometimes a question shouts in my face How do I assay my purpose In this beautiful, brutal, finite life? Is it a striving to be seen? A craving to be astonished? Can I be buoyed by hope beyond a ritual answer? Then a tiny azure dragonfly alights deepening … More Dragonfly
While she sits with thoughts in stillness the world whirs all around her Is she indeed the shadow or is she the shadow-maker? While the light creates the boundaries of her shadow thoughts the shadow thoughts define the edges of the light Sometimes the light and darkness are marbled into grey containing both the light … More Thinking in the Shadows