tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78972977276815077652020-02-19T04:07:57.110-05:00When we see through our hearts, we recognize that every single one of us is infused with creativity. Divine Sparks are embedded in everyone and everything. It's up to us to be courageous, to look and listen deeply, to find the sparks, gather and release them back into the universe, transformed into something new. Join me as we wake up to the sacred-ordinary blessings waiting to greet us each and every day.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15349928247626849914noreply@blogger.comBlogger889125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7897297727681507765.post-59754578373573819482017-03-20T18:37:00.001-04:002017-03-20T18:42:20.224-04:00

We loved you. We still do. You are everywhere in this too quiet house-                                                           and absent. Thank you sweet girl for blessing us with your gentleness,            unbridled joy,                                  silliness,                                                companionship 

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Throughout the month of November, I will post a photo (or perhaps a few) each day of something that invited me to pause and lifted up gratitude, joy, perhaps a quiver of awe in my heart the moment I stopped to be present and really see. By reviewing the image/images to share with you, the experience is engraved deeper in my consciousness, strengthening a reserve of gratitude and goodness

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Throughout the month of November, I will post a photo (or perhaps a few) each day of something that invited me to pause and lifted up gratitude, joy, perhaps a quiver of awe in my heart the moment I stopped to be present and really see. By reviewing the image/images to share with you, the experience is engraved deeper in my consciousness, strengthening a reserve of gratitude and goodness to

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Throughout the month of November, I will post a photo (or perhaps a few) each day of something that invited me to pause and lifted up gratitude, joy, perhaps a quiver of awe in my heart the moment I stopped to be present and really see. By reviewing the image/images to share with you, the experience is engraved deeper in my consciousness, strengthening a reserve of gratitude and goodness

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there are more empty bowls and swollen bellies than a comfortable body can fathom the inequities of food and clean water boggle the mind sink a compassionate heart like stone in an endless sea of tears to give a little is never enough still it is something At this time in world history, the need for food and clean water is growing every day. Please click here to make a small

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We walked a short distance along the shore of Lake Erie; a stone, tumbled and broken, edges worn smooth by the tides of time to reveal a heart; symbolic essence of all that is. Beginning to end we return to love, full moon center of Elul awakens us with her brilliant light on our journey tonight, return to love, return to love. Gordon and I were visiting with his family in northeast

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  Long ago glacier, become river smoothing stones for one hundred million years season after season life and death and life given, touched, taken, tumbled, carried along these waters where beginnings and endings begin and begin. Come dip your toes in the clear golden flow of eternity. Where shall I begin? Much has happened since I last posted in June. The intensity

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and now spring begins crocuses starting to bloom first day of april I've been out with my camera this week, awed and inspired by hints of the world waking. I look forward to sharing what I've observed with you this Sunday evening, April 3rd and hope you will join me as I Heart Macro resumes, at least for this week, we'll see how things go.  haiku my heart today's

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Last week on my FB page I posted a brief encapsulation of a meditation teaching for Parashat Tzav (Leviticus 6:1) I thought I'd share it here as well.  Tzav/tzavta, this is how to connect. Lay our offerings on the altar: fear, anger, sorrow, joy, love, evening through morning, keep the fire burning. From the inside out, clothe yourself in white linen, for every interaction we have,

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This is what I taught this morning for Parashat Vayikra (Leviticus 1:1-2) There is a chorus of birds singing softly from the woods behind my home. Last night’s rain is drip, drop, drop, drop, dripping off the roof. I am listening. I am listening. “VaYiKRa, ... and He called”, so begins our parasha, the first in the book of Vayikra, placed at the center of the five books of Moses

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On Shabbat morning after reading Torah we say a prayer for peace. For me, the last verse is deeply powerful and moving:  "Let love and justice flow like a mighty stream. Let peace fill the earth as water fills the sea."  This Super Tuesday, draw the curtain, pause, breathe in fully, exhale completely. Let the voices of others fall back in your mind, a murmur, be as present as possible

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For nearly eight years I have been pretty committed and consistent in sharing my journey and (my family's) through the challenges we've faced with illness, and the blessings that have emerged along the way, the triumphs and sorrows of, telling our story, sharing, prose, poetry, photography, philosophical and occasionally humorous ponderings. If you have been a follower of this blog for a

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meandering through the snow delight in discovery my friend leads the way During the storm… Later that afternoon… This morning, two days after…     ♥  ♥  ♥   ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥    Welcome to Week 124 I Heart Macro "Pure awareness transcends thinking... It allows you to look at the world once again with open eyes. And when you do so, a sense of wonder and quiet contentment

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Darkness cannot drive out darkness;  only light can do that.  Hate cannot drive out hate;  only love can do that. ~Dr Martin Luther King Jr. click the arrow to watch and listen to this music video: Shed A Little Light <!--[if gte mso 9]> 0 false 18 pt 18 pt 0 0 false false false <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]-

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open heart stands tall extending toward heaven’s gate snowman below smiles rain a steady metronome dirge of fog hangs low o’er somber softening snow let mourning beget morning tears brightened with promise on this newborn day    ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥   ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  <!--[if gte mso 9]> 0 false 18 pt 18 pt 0 0 false false

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