HEARTH
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Ocean of Love
Immerse yourself into the Ocean of Love . . .
Loving-Nature
..approach the coming year with a more loving and reverent spirit..
Paradise
The heart has its reasons which Reason knows nothing of.Blaise Pascal The ramp off the freeway was like a parking lot. The road fed into a nearby shopping center, which was a sea of cars, both parked and in motion with drivers who were in search of...
Waterfall
There is a channel between voice and presence,a way where information flows.In disciplined silence the channel opens.With wandering talk, it closes.Rumi It has been sunny and warm most of this fall season. A friend Karen and I like to end our workweek with...
Geranium
I was delighted with myself,having offered everything I had;my heart, my faith, my work.“And who are you,” you said,“to think you have so much to offer?It seems you have forgottenwhere you’ve come from.”Rumi Roots were sticking upward and dirt was strewn all over. ...
Starlight
Every aspect of Light we are meant to know.
A Question
At your heart of heart, “Who are you?” A question asked by a three and half year old Eli.
Crows
Knowledge always deceives.It always limits the Truth, every concept and image does.From cage to cage the caravan moves, but I give thanks,for at each divine juncture my wings expandand I touch Him more intimately. Meister Eckhart A faint sound greeted my ears as I...
Reflection
Who speaks the sound of an echo? Who paints the image in a mirror? Where are the spectacles in a dream? Nowhere at all – that’s the nature of mind! Tree-Leaf Woman (c. 9th century poet) As the sun began to set, the pond became still. My husband Jay and I...
Sweeping
Sometimes afraid of reunion, sometimes of separation: You and I, so fond of the notion of a you and an I, should live as though we’d never heard those pronouns. Rumi It is late August, and open meadows and deciduous trees are turning from green to brown....
Natural Elders
The weight of arrogance is such that no bird can fly carrying it. St. John of the Cross It is an early summer morning. There is a soft breeze wafting through the kitchen window and the nighttime is slowly giving way into the promise of the rising sun. I...
Summertime
I was delighted with myself, having offered everything I had; my heart, my faith, my work. “And who are you,” you said, "to think you have so much to offer? It seems you have forgotten where you came from.” Rumi It is summertime in the Northern Hemisphere. Even...
