I can’t tell you how much I long for you to enter this wide-open, spacious life.”
I can’t tell you how much I long for you to enter this wide-open, spacious life.”
But back to the Easter Eggs and Christmas Trees and other Celebratory Things we borrowed from the Old Ones. Such images and icons communicate to us so viscerally, God!
Strange, God, how all of a sudden my viewpoint has shifted. Or, since You have been “keeping watch” over me — maybe not strange at all.
if I fail to set my Life inside a meaningful framework, then I am truly vulnerable to transitions and changes.
It was “unreal” to watch great big truck rigs zoom up over 100 feet into the air — spinning around and then landing hundreds of yards away.
I have always loved the shoreline, God. To me it is the Meeting Place of Earth, Sky and Sea.
People like me — raised as a good Episcopalian — don’t much care for the word Sin. But, I sure do identify with FALLING SHORT OF THE GLORY OF GOD!
Beauty speaks to some inner part of me — reassuring me that both Beauty and Hope exist — and will continue to exist.
How many small “ordinary” things there are waiting to be noticed?
Ah, yes. There is our “assignment” — to be so full of hope that we are asked about the reason for it.
chatting and sometimes, listening
chatting and sometimes, listening
chatting and sometimes, listening
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chatting and sometimes, listening
chatting and sometimes, listening
chatting and sometimes, listening
Since 1958 articles by members & guests offer news about activities, history, Sacred Dance practices, profiles of Sacred Dancers, choreography, images & illustrations.
How to Step In -- Substitute Teaching
world wide fun