Bird sings, chest puffed, melodious notes traveling from beak to ear. Bird doesn’t care who listens or doesn’t. Bird preens, wallows in the birdbath, takes care of self, minds its business, flies away from trouble. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Lessons from a Bird
“A red-winged hawk is circling” Tom Petty 1950-2017 He glides towards me face to face at eye level on my morning walk, swoops into an old magnolia. He settles his feathers and returns my gaze, eyes shining a message of light and life. l smile,thinking of Apollo, music,and a golden-haired man learning to fly. *** Sources: Tom Petty on writing “You and I Will Meet Again” Video of “You and I Will Meet Again”. Hawks in mythology and folklore. Photo via Pinterest. I tried to trace the source but was unsuccessful. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Of Tom and Hawks
Wind chimes serenade our walk around the garden, dogs sniffing under bushes and I watering and pinching plants, scent of rosemary, basil, mint, I bring fingertips to nose, inhaling the green of Earth Mother in a slowing of growth, a resting time before sleep. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Morning Ritual
The cool breath of autumn wafts through the screen door as minty fresh as your mouth after brushing. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Fresh
Crepe Myrtle flowers drift downward, pink snow, branches releasing captive blossoms at last. They carpet squares of green lawn, giving them texture, a Pollock painting in progress. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Late Summer Mixed Media
Looking up on a breezy almost-Autumn day, the grey half-moon hovers in an expanse of azure, a thumbprint from the hand of a pale blue dot. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Day Moon
When election panic starts to prickle my spine, I get the red leash out, smiling at my happy, jumping dog and go for a walk in my quiet, sane neighborhood where no one talks of building walls or bullies people who don’t think like they do but, instead, where people of different races and religions live in harmony and respect each other’s differences. Continue reading Morning Meditation: I don’t need a fixer
On a beautiful summer day when the humidity gives us a break, I walk the dog through my (relatively) quiet neighborhood, craving the different quiet of the deep woods, the real soul quiet where the only noise is the muffled flutterings of little birds, the rustle of leaves in the breeze, and my solitary footsteps on the forest floor. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Quiet
The Pink Ladies are blooming. I saw the first ones this April morning in between the sidewalk cracks, so fragile in their beauty. But what resilience and strength it takes to grow in the midst of concrete and exhaust fumes. Little flowers, you remind us to make the most of ourselves in an indifferent world. To embrace our lot in life and grow! Continue reading Morning Meditation: Pink Ladies
Jazz trumpets & tubas play a celebratory tune while sparrows spill the birdseed — tick, tick, tick — keeping time with New Orleans’ coolest cats. Continue reading Morning Meditation: Good News
