Lovely wisteria draping
pendent clusters on laden limbs.
Our eyes spellbound and mouths gaping…
lovely! Wisteria draping
a lusty lavender caping
in wistful display of nature’s whims.
Lovely wisteria draping
pendent clusters on laden limbs.
Living
in the moment
and finding contentment
even when life is difficult
is santosa, the second niyama.
Achieve abundance…focusing
not on outcome, but on
intentional
living.
Transformed…
it begins within
the soul, a God-shaped place
where the Creator dwells…waiting
for the heart to invite Christ to enter.
As the heart follows the Savior,
we become who we are
created to be.
…transformed.
Kindness
among neighbors
returning favors and
lending a hand in times of need.
Friendships spreading across the backyard fence
like vines bearing succulent fruit.
Be generous…you can
never have too much
kindness.
Today
is a good day.
Tomorrow, who knows?
Treasure happiness and bright spots
to lighten sadness during the dark times.
Never lose hope. Keep the faith,
living each moment for
there is only
today.
You have
been weighed, measured
and found wanting by a
stranger’s eyes in a passing glance.
You’ve done nothing to deserve this verdict.
First impressions obscure the truth
darkening and hiding
the wondrous gifts
you have.
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Luke 6:37 “Do not judge, and you will not be judged; do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven. NSRV
The
night sky
dark and vast…
stars sparkling
within endless space
…viewed throughout the ages
by scores of humanity
…this glittering array of gems
cast gloriously in the heavens
by the one Creator, the All in All.
Madness
erupting from
self-obsessed maniacs
spreads terror among innocents.
Senseless violence accomplishes nothing.
There is no justification
for extreme enmity
concealed by
madness.
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“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
–William Shakespeare, from MacBeth, Act 5, scene 5, 24-28
Silent
prayers, prayers
without words, enable
pure, aware, listening presence
with no expectation of a response.
Such deep meditation opens
our hearts to God’s healing.
God will not be
silent.
Sorrow
lingers for things
I have done and cannot
undo or promises not kept.
The night is long and I weep tears of shame.
But joy comes with the morning sun.
Each day begins anew
clothed in bliss, not
sorrow.
Morning glory flower, Ipomoea nil
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