Out of the blue, I decided to build a small ornamental footbridge for my garden. I thought my grandchildren would enjoy the shortcut on the way to pond. That is what I told myself.  I purchased a kit.  The reviews on Amazon said it would take three hours to assemble. It took me four days….

Over two thousand years ago, three learned souls followed a star and the world changed. Today, a special star beckons another change. We are invited to follow that star, to trust in a new beginning and to breathe in our full worth. It’s all waiting. . . .

If you are faithful in the little things, you will be faithful in the large ones. (Luke 16:10) Little Things Mean A Lot If you are of a certain age (ahem), you might recall this song from the past, Little Things Mean A Lot. I recently heard the original recording sung by Kitty Kallen. As…

I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. Henry David Thoreau First Moments I wonder about first moments, those spilt second flashes when emotion fires up the heart and shoots out like stars. And everything changes. There must have been the first moments in Plymouth Colony, prior to the three…

We are here to love, not just when it is easy, but when loving is hard, maybe especially when it is hard. . . . . . . The Nature Whisperer November teaches me about the essentials, about who we are without the layers. She releases her burdens and shows us the simplicity of lightness….

Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf,So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to dayNothing gold can stay.                                              —Robert Frost Nothing Gold Can Stay? Really? Sorry Mr. Frost.  I do love your work. But given my long-held affection for…

I’M SO GLAD I LIVE IN A WORLD WHERE THERE ARE OCTOBERS.  (ANNE OF GREEN GABLES BY L. M. MONTGOMERY )                           Me too, Anne.  I love Octobers. And this one is very special. October 2020 arrived with bonanza of lunar events: a Harvest Moon (full moon closest to the Autumnal Equinox), a Hunter’s Moon (follows…

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….

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…