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Tag Archives: peace
Squirrel and chickadee love, February snow, and healing silence
We awoke to a February snow. Maybe five new inches decorated our winter landscape. The temperature promises to inch up in upcoming days into the 30’s and 40’s (0 to 7 C), but for now winter still sings her … Continue reading
Posted in February 2018
Tagged consciousness, contemplation, healing, peace, photography, silence, snow, snowshoeing, spirituality, squirrel, thoughts, Upper Peninsula, winter
29 Comments
The space between the end and the beginning
So Christmas hath ended, passed away, disappeared into the ethers. New Year’s approaches, wearing bells and jangles, but she’s still in the future. We’re in between, kids. We’re in between the Solstice and Christmas and Hanukkah and other shining holy-days. … Continue reading
Posted in December 2017
Tagged birth, Christmas, hope, inspiration, life, light, love, New Years, peace, thoughts, writing
22 Comments
Let there be light
Snow sleets sideways this early December morn. Wind howls and shakes the dickens out of the tree branches. Occasionally it topples an entire poplar or maple, severing its tree-life and sending it crashing to the snowy earth. Twice since 5:15 … Continue reading
Posted in December 2017
Tagged electricity, light, meditation, peace, power, spirituality, thoughts, Upper Peninsula
29 Comments
Some day, politically speaking
Some fine day I will not ever again rise to the bait of beloved family members or dear friends who express opposing political opinions. Some day I will allow them, totally 100% allow them, their beloved opinions (whether I like … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged candidates, Christians, Conservatives, Democrats, family, Liberals, life, love, Muslims, peace, politics, Republicans, thoughts, writing
34 Comments
Lower our blood pressure to Peace
Some day~~perhaps today~~I shall begin to write peaceful quiet blogs. So peaceful that our blood pressure shall lower, down, down, down to the beat of the Earth, yes, that low, the beat of Peace. Thoughts so silent that you hear … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged nature, peace, photography, spirituality, thoughts, writing
39 Comments
Flock
This morning in meditation–breathe in, breathe out, listen, feel, allow–a flock of starlings landed excitedly in the garden spruce tree, chattering in bird-talk, aflock with gossip or everyday wing chat. Overhead, toward the garage, a crow barked. The starlings fell … Continue reading
Hands up for oatmeal, please.
Good morning, dear readers. Please come quietly in the front door–no knocking needed–you’re all invited. You can sit on the living room floor, if you like, or at the kitchen table or, OK, I’ll move over and we can share … Continue reading