Thanks, Kristi. The timing and thoughtfulness of your words are just perfect. I’ll carry them with me on a hike into the Colorado foothills this morning.

Well done, you.

While sipping coffee
The Sun rises so brightly
On our suffering

First the nightbird sang
Then sunlight answered back
Daffodils blooming!

tiny buds on branches
witness robin’s arrival
as daffodils bow

The temple bell stops—
but the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers

Basho

Drawn because of the imagery and the mingling of the senses: sound from silent flowers. They invite with the call of the sacred, just as the temple bell.

I notice beauty

I experience a familiar, primal joy in the marriage of nature and the divine. Awe.

Thank you, Fabiana. You have added beauty to this day’s dawning.

Pure sweetness. Thanks so much, Kristi.

Tiny seed stirring
Veil of all possibility
The light of your heart

miguelie

Dude. So nice. Okagesama.

Thank-you, Elaine. Thank goodness for small kingdoms.

Thank-you for your story, Kristina. “Because you are alive, everything is possible”. – Zen Master Thich Nhat Hahn

Beautifully written. It seems true that when we embrace that we “are of the way of aging” that we can begin to experience joy and comfort in the insights of impermanence and inter-being. Thank-you!