Evening contemplation on the joys of the day………

I saw you today in a toddler’s dance class… In the eyes of the children. I saw you today in the love of the parents who caressed their children with their eyes. Parents who were present for themselves, present for their children  practicing your presence in their lives. I heard you today, in the voice [...]

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Amma

Reblogged from Nightlight1220's Blog: And so, thinking About what It was like, You know, In the womb… Well, it was dark. But the dark was okay, It was nice. And it was warm, But I don’t think I knew that, But it was nice, too. And well, then, I began to Experience sound. It was [...]

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A Study In Tears

Reblogged from Jenny Kissed Me: I have always known the tears of injustice Laced with fear and aggression They fall across my cheek Burning furrows Thoughts swell Grey clouds The tears of injustice fall like acid rain. I also know the tears of being a woman A woman of a certain age Endued in estrogen [...]

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Your eyes warm my back

On a cold winter morning as I shake the dreams from my hair I gather up myself  for the day. Hurrying  scurrying to catch up to myself I stop for a moment to contemplate, sing my prayer song…pray. Birds are singing in the garden. The aging cat stretches in the sunbeams. Laundry in the wash. [...]

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Salt spray

Holding back the tears of a lifetime a wife time. What gave you the right to pick my heart? Hold it, caress it like a gentle flower Breathe it in… Then toss it away in the next hour? The salty spray floods down my face, my bosom, my torso. I am not the character in [...]

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Dusk

Reblogged from Manipal's Photo Blog: “Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.” ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road - Sunny Goswami Check out manipalphotoblog.wordpress.com

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Gentle snow, gentle voices, gentle love

Image via Wikipedia The forecasted blizzard is a gentle snow when viewed from the inside of a loving home safe, warm, protected, secure out harms way of the storm. Gentle voices, sharing the day, the struggles, the joys, the victories comfort an aging heart. Gentle love,  of a young child upon a knee (telling stories [...]

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The mountains called me home (Poem and pictorial)

Reblogged from Greatpoetrymhf’s Weblog: Image via Wikipedia Image via Wikipedia Mountains – Autumn in Denali (Photo credit: blmiers2) The mountains are calling and I must go. John Muir (Photo credit: blmiers2) Image via Wikipedia The mountains stand waiting. Firm, frosty, forgiving. They call to me. Fervently, familiar, fondly. They sing to me. Serene, soothing, sacred [...]

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Photo of the Week: February 26 - March 3

Reblogged from theclimbingbum: This past summer in Yosemite Valley, California, I sat in a meadow and watched the clouds pass over half dome. The valley was slowly but surely starting to cool once again. Late summer brings way to fall. Soon the waterfalls would be drying and frozen. Snow will come and cover the plants [...]

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Gentle

Gentle laughter from a child. Gentle nudges from an aging cat. Gentle smiles from a teenager. Gentle hugs from a loving family. Who knew life was so gentle.

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