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Campsite: A Morning Benediction

Rise, you steam from pottery-mug of dark roast, curl your other-world whispers up and away.   Shine, you golden-fingers of sunlight, forge your fractured path through the labyrinth-forest and dew-drop-mirrors.   Dance, you moths or flies or nymphs, whatever your magic is, sprinkle joy in in the morning-air like cloud-confetti.   Play on, you liquid-symphony-stream, raise your rushing flurry of applause, confident and ceaseless.   Tease on, you fuzzy acrobat-squirrels, cluck and chirp and rattle us in your mockery of ducks and birds and snakes, safe in the playground of secret-branches.   Testify, you living-mosaic of God, blanketing me under a Read More

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and so it goes in life

We spent the past weekend camping in the desert of Utah, tucked into a sandstone labyrinth, beneath the watchful gaze of crimson-colored, ancient, rock-people. After arriving and setting up camp, we sat and listened to the buzzing echo in the near distance of our own ears. It was that. quiet. That buzz reflected the pervasive noise of our busy lives and the challenge of transitioning into the foreign land of stillness. And so it goes in life. The constant chatter of social media, demanding schedules, endless tasks, and false relaxation haunts our hearing… until it doesn’t. But the transition takes time, patience, Read More