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    A Monday Haiku.

    blue skies, faces turned upward, feeling warmth return breath prayer: welcome welcome a fresh start. welcome a full week. welcome connecting with friends (near and far). welcome another day of sunshine (we’ve had three in a row and this makes four – the longest stretch of 2020!). welcome a reasonable to-do list. welcome signs of spring. welcome all. What are you welcoming today? Wishing you a lovely week!

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    Poetry Thursday | Faith.

    Yesterday morning, I finished reading WinterSong. This slim volume of writings by Madeleine L’Engle and Luci Shaw has been a delight; it took all my self-control to savor it slowly, to make it last from Advent, through Christmas and New Year’s and finally, almost Spring. I will set the book aside until December and look forward to experiencing it all again. I try (some days anyway) not to complain about the weather. Recently, that’s been especially challenging; it feels like we’ve had 40 days of rain (interrupted by a little snow), plenty of wind, and temperatures ranging from 20 to 75 … egads! This poem was one of the last…

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    A Monday Haiku.

    morning walk pause, see winter sun pale, shadows, light breath prayer: and this Happy Monday! and if you’re headed back into the routine after a holiday break, I wish you an easy re-entry.

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    Unraveled Wednesday | Thoughts on Angels.

    My knitting is a blob of purple yarn, soon to become a cardigan for Sam, but right this second, while I’m knitting the shawl collar (on a 24″ circular needle), even I have trouble telling what it is. And I’ve been reading some great books lately. I’m now five books through an audio binge of Ann Cleeves’ Shetland series and I just finished Sarah Bessey’s Jesus Feminist. I owe y’all a major update on what I’ve read, but for today, I have thoughts on angels to share. (because it’s Wednesday, and I’m going to find some way to link up with Kat and friends about the knitting and the books!)…

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    Unfolding Light.

    Two weeks ago, a friend from our Friday morning group introduced us to Unfolding Light, a daily reflection written by Steve Garnaas-Holmes. “Unfolding Light is a daily reflection rooted in a contemplative, Creation-centered spirituality, often inspired by my daily walk in the woods. In poems, parables, psalms, thoughts and the odd weather report I hope to invite readers into a spirit of presence, compassion, justice and delight.” ~from the About page The reflection from April 5 is one of my favorites. and with a nod to Poem in Your Pocket Day, I’m sharing it with y’all today. Deserted place Leave the noise of the traffic of ideas. Ignore fear’s nicknames…

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    Grateful.

    …for every word that Mary Oliver gave us. Her poems were the first I truly loved. She showed me the importance of paying attention and so much more. Heaven welcomed a new angel yesterday … with dancing for sure. Angels You might see an angel anytime and anywhere. Of course you have to open your eyes to a kind of second level, but it’s not really hard. The whole business of what’s reality and what isn’t has never been solved and probably never will be. So I don’t care to be too definite about anything. I have a lot of edges called Perhaps and almost nothing you can call Certainty. For…

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    A Monday Haiku.

    tucked under the tree twinkle lights like stars above cozy, calm and bright ahhh… a dog’s life! Hope your week is off to a great start – Happy Monday!

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    Tuesdays are for Poetry.

    When Honoré shared a poem by Ted Kooser a few weeks back, I put a few of his collections on hold at the library. One of them finally came in and I picked it up this morning. Flipping through the pages, this poem caught my eye … and then grabbed hold of the rest of me. The holiday season seems to be one where we think a lot about the past. in both good and not-so-good ways. When I first read the poem, an image of me, my brother and my sister, lined up on the hearth of our home in Casper, Wyoming (the first house we lived in that…

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    My Heart in the Sky.

    This poem, by Philip Britts (described as a British Wendell Berry), landed in my inbox yesterday morning (thanks to Plough Publishing. I do love their daily emails). It’s a beautifully worded reminder to really live this life. not just the lovely and fun parts, but also the messy, ugly and painful parts. grounded. with my heart in the sky. I hope you enjoy it, too. Happy Tuesday! Let there be not only the roses, Not only the buds of the day, But the noon and the hour that discloses The full flower torn away: Not only the bliss and the sweet When the sun is soft and low, But the…

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    Three on Thursday | Haiku.

    Joining in with Carole and friends today to share a three-line poem. creamy blooms spread wide atop glossy green, spreading the scent of summer Thanks to our 90+ degree stretch last weekend, the magnolias are starting to open. This tree is in the common area where Holly takes her evening walks. It smells wonderful! Hope your week is going well … here’s to almost-Friday!