Nature and Healing

“The Earth has music for those who listen.”

Shakespeare

“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.”

Matisse

What moves our hearts? If we are to not be driven insane by the noise of this world, can we be brave enough to embrace the seen, in order to appreciate what we cannot see?

Nature is not often mystical and loving her has never been idolatry. Nature is God’s way of healing us.

Why else would there be flowers?

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Parables

When he walked in the streets of ancient cities, I don’t think the Messiah, (some called him a prophet) tried to impress anyone with his theology or to yell louder to prove he was right.

He simply taught with stories, sometimes called parables….

or he gave examples, unique illustrations of the human heart and how we should be to each other. Here’s one of my favorites:

“Before you try to take out the speck in your brother’s eye…..you should take out the wooden plank that’s in your own eye.”

Ain’t that something?

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Encouraged by Our Healing

Encouraged by our healing we walk forward, holding our head high, acknowledging who we are now.

Yes, a little different in the shapes of our spirits. An affinity with being human, instead of that wounded animal snarling.

Our minds a little wiser and our hearts more willing to forgive.

In a sense a new creation. A wonder really of survival.

Wholeness, walking on two legs.

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Emma Heals the Wolf

Her small gentle hand touched his shoulder, and she was surprised by the power of his blood, the thickness of his fur. He had finally found her and fought his way to Spain, enduring the attacks from creatures of the night.

She accepted his repentance on a level most could not comprehend. The lies were over. She could sense so much love now in his heart as her hand went further to his chest.

His wolf beauty nearly took her breath away as her light ignited, healing the wounds. Unconscious he barely knew she was there. Yet in his sleep he felt her presence.

Each wound, each particle of pain was taken. Exhausted when the restoration was done, Emma fell asleep on his massive chest, barely noticing he had shifted back to human.

She tucked in her wings, sighing in her sleep contented.

Barcelona had been very, very good to them.

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The Mending of Emma

Emma held the light of dawn within the palm of her hand. Turning it, this way and another she separated the ball into two, allowing it to infuse both her hands and down into her arms. She believed in God, but where was He when we were hurting?

She was more spirit now, than bones and skin, and yet she was hurting all over. The light continued its warmth through her and questions faded, while grey pain morphed into blue. A blue from the sky?

It was only beginning, this journey. The blood of Palermo would fade, and she realized she was being made new every morning. Wings began to thicken, becoming more than barely visible membranes. It was impossible to tell who she would be later this year.

She sighed looking out over the foothills, just north of Milan….searching, yet at peace.

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The Most Amazing Person on the Planet

After all these years I’m still here blogging! Thank you everyone for reading and for your wonderful comments! I’m truly grateful.

If you’re new here, all are welcome regardless of your background, race, country of origin, your identity, your preferences or your faith. If you have no faith, I hope you will feel welcome here too! We all have a lot in common.

For those of you that are new here, I have just a few notes to share. My wife and I are older. Notice I did not say old! Just older.

As much as I love writing and blogging, the love of my life, the one I call “My Love” is the most amazing person on the planet and she is the one I want to be with. Due to the pandemic we like to go to the park together. And we pick up food and go outside to eat.

And because of our age we unfortunately need to go to the doctor sometimes. For example, I recently took her for her chemo treatment. And I get treatments for chronic pain.

So, I said all this because I do not blog from my phone anymore. I needed to “unhook” that part of technology. And I might be busy at the doctor’s or being in love or both. So please be patient with me in responding to your messages, seeing your posts, and visiting your site you asked me to check out for the first time.

Thank you again for being here!

Peace.

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I Dream of Hope

In my dreams I don’t reach anymore for those ancient prophecies from desert winds. I dream of hope held gently on the wings of peace. A sky without violence.

You and I are a lot alike in that way. We each are rivers really. Yes, truth lives but does not scorn us in our stumbling.

And there is more to love than just saying it. Live it, and behold your reward.

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