Neither Spring, Nor Fall


World English Bible
“For thus says Yahweh, ‘You will not see wind, neither will you see rain; yet that valley shall be filled with water, and you will drink,”

I love this pic. Evening, water, no leaves except those which hang on until the winds force them to go. It is an in between state of being which we find ourselves in for another cycle. The lake gives promise to a water supply so there is hope, or a promise of thirst being quenched. Like the lights in the distance our minds seek a guiding light, a whisper of direction in the distance leading us closer to a drink. What shall we drink?

Will we drink from scarcity? Will we drink from horror? Will we drink from never being enough, or will we see the blessings of the day? Will we experience being enough when the day goes quickly because we’ve been of service? Will we see our yearning for more sleep is really gratitude for experiences which show us contrast? Will we be thankful for the moments when we were baptised by relationships good and bad, big and little. Those for which we can not take an ounce of credit, yet accept that we for a brief moment allowed others to flow through our lives.

Were we present? In that moment we become the drink to quench the moral thirst. We become life. We live. We too drink, even between spring and fall. During this time may our valley’s fill with that which will allow us to be productive, yet honor spirit within when we do not appear to have any physical manifestation of having been helpful at all.



Which side are you on?


1 Corinthians 1:27-28

“but God has chosen the foolish things of the world to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to shame the things which are strong, and the base things of the world and the despised God has chosen, the things that are not, so that He may nullify the things that are”

This place is a fav of mine, from a side I rarely photograph, but it shows a perspective I love. Not the most popular. Not the most advertised. At this moment in time it was a side with light, beauty, glow. We all have that within us. We all possess the light and good. We all have a side not glamorized, but that shows depth and richness of life.

I’m not a bible scholar. I do not know the ancient text, but this verse states that there is a diabolical part to the workings of God, creator, light. I have always been drawn to that other side of life where not many hang out. It is a view that brings me comfort and creates interest in any event. I have spent many an hour and continue to do so where I would not choose if given a choice. Yet, because the other side can be observed I often find myself choosing to change my view and quickly find the not so choice of time and space from which I occupy, a rather warm and toasty place to reside. With a tweak of thought, a twist, a change in perception, a slowing of breath a different side appears.

Which side are you on? Take a step about, or around, or under. Head in the other direction. Look for the light, the beauty, the glow. Look for the things that bring joy and a smile. Look for a different side to be on and then look again. Rest will often come when we allow ourselves to experience another side.

Cloud Burst Psalm 19:1



American King James Version
The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows his handiwork. Psalm 19:1

Blessings from above fall into this post. May our spirits be lifted in the mundane to the greatness of the elements. We have no control over how the clouds burst open and shine light on us. I am grateful for such  surprises. In our most trying moments being outside for the simplest tasks can take the burden of the moment and turn it into a gift of energy. The ancient words “Seek and ye shall find, knock and the door shall be open to you…” Matt. 7:7-8. When we allow ourselves to notice these gifts they offer healing to our very spirit. I love the tradition of the Orthodox Christians who use the words from The Nicene Creed as follows:

“We believe in one God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible.

And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the only-begotten Son of God, begotten of the Father before all worlds, God of God, Light of Light, Very God of Very God, begotten, not made, being of one substance with the Father by whom all things were made; who for us men, and for our salvation, came down from heaven, and was incarnate by the Holy Spirit of the Virgin Mary, and was made man, and was crucified also for us under Pontius Pilate. He suffered and was buried, and the third day he rose again according to the Scriptures, and ascended into heaven, and sitteth on the right hand of the Father. And he shall come again with glory to judge both the quick and the dead, whose kingdom shall have no end.

And we believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord and Giver of Life, who proceedeth from the Father and the Son, who with the Father and the Son together is worshipped and glorified, who spoke by the prophets. And we believe one holy catholic and apostolic Church. We acknowledge one baptism for the remission of sins. And we look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to come. Amen.”

Wow! There is so much to this creed. Look for one moment to the “God of God, Light of Light, Very God of Very God, begotten, not made, being of one substance with the Father by whom all things were made;” speaking of Jesus. “…Light of Light…being of one substance with the Father…who for us men, … came down from heaven…” Now think to the Light as “Very God of Very God…” Think to the energy we are given daily if we only open our spirits to receive it. There is so much in this writing I do not do it justice by picking and choosing what to illuminate, but I sit in awe of our source and our heritage. We are one, we are united. We can accept it. We can know because of where we have originated and who our creator is, we can “…look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to come. Amen”

Next time you go outside look to see if there is a hint from the cloud burst to the very essence of all life-giving force, spirit, God. Let that picture burn into your essence how we walk as spirit in human form rather than the opposite. May the earth and the sky and the water and fire and ice and all the elements give your spirit the boost it needs to finish strong. Give thanks to the “Maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible.” Let it be so.

Opportunity… I think so!


I love this saying! Opportunity knocks, some say once, but wouldn’t the world be such an interesting place if we just went for the opportunities offered, whether we “feel” ready or not? Opportunity could be compared to blessings. What if we could hone our skill of seeing the blessings? We can. Look with eyes wide open to possibilities. Life becomes colorful when we see with the lens of possibility as opposed to limits.

There is a song by Sam Cooke with lyrics that say, “What a wonderful place this would be…” He was eloquently reflecting how he doesn’t remember much of the subjects he took in school, but he knows he loves a person and if the person loved him back then …”what a wonderful world place this would be.” Co-dependent?  Maybe, the point being why do we feel our world won’t be wonderful unless x, y, z, or until the right job comes along, the right lover comes along, we live in the right house, or have the best granite cabinets, or the best pet, or better children? The list can be really long. Crazy when a lot of the world just wants water for the day. But that is another subject. Would it not be a great place to be because we are in the present moment? What a wonderful world this”IS.”

All around opportunities abound. Possibilities. Ask God, Spirit, creator, energy to reveal, to open our eyes to the interesting tidbits of life.  There may be a grumpy person to serve in customer service jobs, or a disabled vet to take food to, or a person stranded on the side of the road, or a neighbor that needs help digging a hole to plant his new tree. Ask daily, or hourly, or three times a day, but ask to remove the cloud, the blinders and see without limits.Wear your shades, because it will be bright what is shown to us in the light! No rhyme intended. For today see opportunity.




Day 9: Point of view

Today I turned 89 so I had my grandson, Harry, walk me to the park to knit for a while. It was a beautiful day! My project was to finish the little red sweater I had started for the neighbors nephew who was turning two tomorrow. I wanted to have it ready to give to him at his birthday party. It would be a block party. We’ve all been neighbors for years. Oh my! I’m so thankful for the warmth of the sunshine today. It allows my hands to work at a quick pace. No pain today. There’s so much light. I am drawn to it today. Colors are brighter. Sounds are clearer. Is that singing I hear?  Goodness gracious child, it can’t get any better than this. Harry will be back in a bit, but I can’t wait. Its such a great day. It’s the brightest most beautiful light shinning through the trees and across the lawn! Oh how it sparkles!

Harry told me he’d be outside the shop to pick me up at 10 this morning. He said he’d be prompt and to be ready. He’d been waiting for a warm spell so he could have me meet his grandma! I like old people! He had told me of the special tradition they had of him escorting her to the park so she could knit. Harry would then walk to the corner kiosk to pick up pastries and coffee. Today, he walked the extra block to pick me up from my jewelry shop. My sis and I are joint owners, and today she shooed me out the door to go meet Grandma! I’m wearing my red shawl. Harry said it was her favorite color. It matches my hair. He said grandma once had red highlights to her hair too. Or that’s what he saw in the pictures he’d been shown. I hope she likes me.

That did not take long! There she is. Ready for our outing. I’ve not been this excited for grandma to meet one of my lady friends for some time. Today it’s happening! Tess looks fantastic. Off we go. One more stop on our way a block from here for the coffee and pastries. I have to purchase her special birthday pastry. Grandma loves the cherry cream filled tarts! 

I point grandma out across the lawn with her back to us on the wrought iron and pine park bench. We could make out her red sun visor and the red throw she had draped across her shoulders. The light today was grand. Shining through the trees and shimmering off the new green blades of grass. There seemed to be a special halo of light shining around grandma too. What a heart warming sight. I juggled the snacks with one hand and took Tess’  hand and smiled down at her as we quickened our pace across the grass so my two most favorite ladies could meet. We laughed as we made haste, because the coffee tray bobbled just a bit. 

Wow! So much light! It was radiant on the walking path to the park bench. Warmth was everywhere! I whistled as I always had to allow grandma time to reach a stopping point. She didn’t like to be rushed or not given some warning. She always looked up and gave me her flapping hand wave and grandma grin. But, she did not look up. One knitting needle was on the ground. Did she doze off? Tess took the snacks I handed her. I knelt down to gently take grandmas hand and retrieve the stray needle. Grandma gave a heavy sigh. And I knew. 

All the light was for her. And for me. To know I was here, to support her, to witness her passing. She had waited until I took her hand. I pressed her head against my chest as tears dropped down my cheeks. She was not here now, and in that instant the sunlight grew brighter.