Uplifting Messages Inspired by Nature

    Come journey with me. I made a quiet space for you in my garden. A spiritual bouquet awaits.  With nature as my muse, I have created a 360 degree approach to spiritual growth, fusing insights from writers, enlightened souls, researchers, and scripture, as well as my own. Comments are welcome.   Like and subscribe…

Equinox

Equinox Equal days, equal nights, Winged geese taking flight. Apples, plums, grapes and pears Harvested in waning light. Equal nights, equal days, Left behind is summer’s haze. When to plant, when to reap Earth in balance, cycles kept.   Equal warm, equal cold Leaves still clinging to their hold. Blowing seeds, the winds of change….

The Second Light Rule: Look Again

Abundance is not in the gathering.  Abundance is in the seeing. Gloria’s note:  Thank you for the wonderful comments following Sanctus: Holy Orbs of Light. Soon after posting it, I knew there was more to say.  “Undone-ness” set in. I went looking for insight. Insight, by its very definition, already exists, but in need of…

Sanctus: Holy Orbs of Light

I walk to the sounds of nature.  Birdsong lifts my chin and chirps me along. Each step melds me deeper into the rhythms of life. Everyday tensions ease away.  Naturalist John Muir said when we merge with nature, we receive more than we seek. I want to hear what Nature is whispering.  And I agree…

Unearthing Bedrock

To my readers: This post is an updated version of the earlier one from 2019. See below in resources.   It was an unusually warm day, too warm for the first week of April. It was tree planting day at my home in suburban Denver, Colorado. The arduous task before me was to dig three…

The Solstice: Stand and Recreate Each Other

We are One. After all, You and I, Together we suffer, Together exist,  And forever We will Recreate each other.  —Pierre de Chardin It was the morning of the summer solstice, the longest day of the year. Derived from Old French, the term solstice refers to the sun appearing to stand still and thereby taking…

Rising From the Fog: Brigadoon

Overnight, the Atlantic Ocean rolled out a silent blue gray mist. It hovered over coastal inlets, drifted through the trees behind my house before spilling onto my street. From my window I saw the world wrapped in puffy cotton balls and I was as excited as a child waking up to winter’s first snow. There…

Weeks Nine and Ten: Mind, Body and Spirit, Intertwined

I notice unusual tree trunks, especially these that twist, turn and spiral. These spirals show off Nature’s remarkable adaptation to environmental stress. When there is an uneven burden of heavy snow, the trunk can spiral itself to gain more strength, allowing upper branches to bend and sway with the wind. Since we only get to…

Week Eight: Capacity Can Open . . . just one more time

Living in beautiful Lake Arrowhead, was like living in an enchanted forest, the stuff of fairytale stories. Perched high in the San Bernardino Mountains of Southern California, our mile high life was cradled in natural beauty. Picturesque mountain lakes lapped gently on quiet shores tickling the feet of the majestic redwoods. Sugar pines reached so…

Week Seven: Steel Magnolias, Stories as Old as Time

Steel Magnolias Breathtaking, Delicate beauty Of Creamy Perfection With Roots Running Deep In Southern Soil A History Almost As Old as Time And Endurance As Tough as Steel* Patricia Neely-Dorsey Breathtaking Delicate Beauty Lively flower beds of petunias and snap dragons brighten my walk. Like pallets of paint, they blend and swirl in the cool…