Let
us meet
in a place
where we can be
beyond the belief
in single certainty,
where no one is right or wrong.
The truth is that no one has to
be wrong for another to be right.
There is always room on both sides for love.
Birth
is a
miracle.
The emergence
of a new life from
the essence of others
is a gift of creation.
There are no two of us alike.
Yet the love we share in common is
stronger than the hate that separates us.
Some
people
are lap dog
lovers, like me.
Others love big dogs.
Regardless, affection
and unconditional love
justify the constant demands
of owning and caring for a dog.
It’s one sweet job I wouldn’t trade for the world.
The
detours
we travel
on our journeys
as life twists and turns
may be course corrections
leading to the higher road
we are ultimately meant to
follow as we pursue our calling.
We won’t know for sure until we get there.
As
I breathe
in and out,
I breath in peace
and breathe out calmness.
It’s how I start my day.
From this place in my center,
I can peer into the depths of
my own being as well as others
to find hidden things I have never known.
We
carry
in our lives
heavy baggage
filled with layers of
deep seated tensions and
cultural preconceptions.
Successful unpacking requires
us to toss out our prejudices
and seek reconciliation through love.
Life
will be
subject to
changes without
notice, thus wreaking
havoc with our schedules.
Yet unplanned cancellations
can also be a gift of time
allowing a chance to catch our breath.
Enjoy this fleeting moment of respite.
We
evolve
into more
rigid beings
as the years increase.
Filters fade, providing
a starker contrast to the
malleability that was
so formative in the early years.
Age can sharpen or soften the edges.
I
have loved
and savored
each moment
of the privilege
of being the mother
to three amazing daughters.
I know that my world is better
because of the gifts they are to me
and for their love that has made my heart sing.
Joy
which lasts
rests deep in
the heart center.
It does not mean pain
won’t be a part of it.
But the gladness that remains
is so richly gratifying.
The joy that passes resides beneath
the surface and does not imprint the heart.
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