The Seeker

Prayer smoke ascended into the grey sky. He hadn’t expected the rain and it was difficult to keep the fire. Yet his plan worked of bundling dried leaves and twigs in plastic before he left.

As the sun set, the rain fell harder then suddenly stopped. Night songs began, including tree frogs and an owl. Was it worth it to come out here?

He had no choice really but to reinvent himself. So many fragmented pieces. He gathered up what he could and sought the wilderness.

Was it wrong to not care about his culture? Breaking off a piece of dried spinach, he realized it probably was. He refused to stand in line anymore though, walking into the abyss.

It was the dawn that brought deliverance. He peeled back his wet sleeping bag like layers of skin, knowing he would have a different name today.

The sun would bring a new life…..and the healing would begin.

As he stood on top of the mountain.

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Note: This is about a First Nations man seeking a vision as part of his culture, and seeking healing for himself.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone! This is such a beautiful time of year. At least for a little while we can freely talk of peace and love and being kind to one another.

Isn’t that amazing??

And I don’t think of this holiday as just one day. It’s a season. Ever heard of the “Twelve Days of Christmas”?

Many of you have a different faith than I do, so I wish you all Happy Holidays! Wherever you are around the world, may you have a blessed season of peace, time with family, rest, and provision for all of your needs.

I will be taking a holiday break this year. I know, I know what you’re thinking! I seldom do very well with taking breaks! I try, but I’m a writer so I write.

So as a compromise I will be sharing some older work, for about the next ten days or so. And I’ll share a couple new posts next weekend. I will check your sites on occasion. I love your work!

Thank you so much for reading!

Let’s hope that next year is a better one. Amen?

Peace.

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Choosing to Breathe This Way

Each step seemed to bring me closer to the secret realm, which really wasn’t a secret at all, simply unseen.

This path of peace, this chosen way of light wasn’t always easy,

what treasure is ever easy to find? Worthy,

embracing the forest and yet more

of who I am, was always worthy.

I will always choose to breathe,

this way

stepping lightly

into the realm

of wholeness again.

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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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