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The Wonderful Silence

“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someo…

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November Golfer

A lone golfer swings,
his wool cap and zipped jacket congruent
with the bare oaks and elms.

Walking by this golf course throughout the year,
I often sense the Earth loves it when we play,
there's a deep joyousness
or a tickled pinkness
as if there could be no better use of her surface,
as…

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Surprise Pleasure

Two summers ago I helped my mom with her garden, lifting the heavy potting soil bag, fetching trowels, gloves, and weed bags, digging holes...it was okay, I didn't mind helping. Loved being outside, of course.

Last summer, my mom's back and hip being worse, I did a lot more. The usual going for …

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Close Encounters

everyday
for the past two weeks

as I walk by the tree-lined marshy area
where a frog choir often practices
where grasses, crown vetch, yarrow, and 
other wildflowers flourish

a redwing blackbird swoops down
and circles above me several times
three to four feet above my upturned face

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Green Buzz

After letting thoughts fall away,
the resplendent green of the leaves and grasses 
exude love, felt in every cell of the body.   

Not the basic self-love of survival,
or of the tribal fire.

Not the burn of erotic passions, or desire,
and not the love - wonderful  as it might be -…

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Much As A Gift

When the mind is quiet thoughts may come to you, much as a gift:

This mostly sunny May day
The landscape is halfway to its fullness

Like a young woman with chest bumps
Or a young man with the beginnings of a beard

Burgeoning, but still fresh

Briefly innocent of summer's heat and
July…

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Practical Psylence

Sometimes when out walking, I let my thoughts fall to the Earth and rest there. This gives my overheated neurons and stress hormones a break while I enjoy an intimate connection with everything around me. Emotions settle, perception clears, as my perspective temporarily dissipates in a sense of onen…

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A Hawk's Cry

I weave in and out of the trees or
circle about them
creating a snowshoe pattern
much like the loop-de-looping path of a fly

sometimes laughing for no reason
sometimes stopping to exchange being-ness with a tree
sometimes enjoying the shooshing of my shoes
a hawk's cry, the cold air on my f…

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Cold and Clear

Today: below-zero cold, about 2 feet of snow cover, clear blue sky. 

Days like this remind me of awareness, intuition, and revelation - because of the space between bare tree branches, and the more visible horizon - because the sun's rays travel un-refracted through the dry, crisp air - and the…

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Honk, Honk

It's been awhile since I last posted. Though enjoying the many simple pleasures of daily life, I have felt world weary and reluctant to add one more voice, even a well intentioned one, to the online conversation.

Yet, here I am once again - with my cat curled on my lap, acting as my mews - tappi…

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Late Fall's Gift

A few scarlet and yellow leaves cling to their branches, fluttering embers of fall's cool fire. The countryside has faded to its late autumn brown and tan jacket, and when collared by grey skies it makes plain the tranquility of a quiet mind. As our penchant for color and bright beauty finds rest, t…

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Simplicity of Light

On my walks there is often one thing in particular that tugs at my attention. Last Monday, the vibrant green of the golf course's grass was begging to be breathed in. On a couple afternoons, scattered bushes of small white daisies were a particular joy. Saturday. it was the clarity of the October li…

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Brown, Black, and Fuzzy

The past several weeks, while out on my almost daily walk, I have been rescuing fuzzy black and brown striped caterpillars.

I noticed the intrepid crawlers that wandered onto the asphalt road, if they didn't get run over, died from the heat of sun-baked asphalt. So, when spying one micro-stepping…

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Spacing Out on the Patio

Psylence, or a quiet mind, is not just the absence of sound, it is space—the space between our thoughts.

There is space between the night sky's stars,  between the forest's abundance of trees, and the leaves or needles of each tree. If we allow it, there is space between the events of a day, a…

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Sitting Together

This morning...

I sent my fears into the universe to be transformed into strength.
A lion came to sit with me.

I sent inadequacies into the universe to be transformed into beauty.
A bluebird flew in and perched by me.

I sent my my failure into the universe to be made useful.
A peac…

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A Sparrow's Gift

Sparrows are sweet and stunning, though the earth-tone feathers and their sheer numbers render them ordinary, just as everyday life seems to render most of us ordinary.

If a sparrow lands on your balcony railing and a deep vein of sadness wells up, spilling out of your eyes, it may be an accumul…

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Mixed Bouquet

This morning, the three
tulips stretch tall
above the other flowers,

with petals all the way open
I hear them shout "Ta-da!"

Paradoxical Flakes

There is a gentle snow falling today. It's lovely how the movement of free-falling flakes makes the world more still, and the flakes' soundless smack down makes silence louder.

Maple and Spruce

There are two trees outside my window, not far from the house. One lost its colorful leaves over two months ago, the other is an evergreen.  

Like the bare Maple, something in me responds to seasonal differences revealing the growth and change that we mark with time. As 2014 becomes 2015, a sense …

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Sitting with Longing

Sometimes quiet is the bare tree outside my window stretching into the pale gray winter sky, the branches full of longing for nothing in particular. Maybe, longing is simply desire at rest, yet simmering with anticipation—an awareness of blossoming and fruition during a fallow season. Longing is aki…

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