Spirituality

Each Season Changes Me

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Each season changes me –

In Spring – fresh greens and new life,  make me feel so alive and hopeful. Flowers colors of the rainbow fill my soul with joy.

In Summer –  freedom and extra time, make me feel like I can fit in all that I need and want to do. I can bask in glorious heat on my skin and feed my soul with words.

Fall –  true pigments of leaves show, and I’m filled  with all the joy of the brilliant blue fall sky. Crisp, clean air invigorates and pulses down to the core of my being.

Winter – pulls me inside myself and makes me more introspective. Too few hours of daylight find me traveling to and from work in darkness. I begin to feel I need something more – more of what I can’t be sure. If I were an animal, I’m sure I would hibernate.

There is beauty in every season, if you take time to find it. There is beauty in you in every season. You may not know exactly where to look, but the search is worth it in the end. Find it if you can.

Silent Reflections

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Silent reflections –

observe all, yet comment on nothing.

stare back at me without judgement.

echo beauty and grace.

reflect blue sky and white clouds.

shine through to my soul.

Silent reflections contain nothing, yet everything.

Red Tomatoes on a Yellow Plate

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Red tomatoes on a yellow plate

remind to see beauty in the ordinary –

drinking coffee out of a beautiful mug
luscious ripe berries begging to be picked
the smiling eyes of a friend
a mist shrouded river
the fresh green of new leaves
the belly laugh of a baby
cold water on a hot day

Everyday, remember to see –
beauty in the ordinary.

Religion and Spirituality

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Is there a difference? Yes, there is.

Religion is a compartment, a label, a framework

for dealing with God. Religion seems more

external – something to use for show and to label.

A way to box us in. Why is it we feel a need for labels?

Spirituality, on the other hand, is within

an individual – often to be discovered in the

mundane, the everyday. It might be discovered

in a beautiful sunrise, the perfect petal of a flower,

or the song of a bird. It might be found in a thought,

a feeling, a word, or in poetry. It might be found in

the face of a child, their touch, or the spark that ignites

the fire of imagination. It might be discovered

in a scent that floods the soul with memories.

The miracle of God’s grace –

found in many ways and in many places –

yet uniquely our own.

from June 6, 2010

On being an empath…

| robin

Some things I just know –

No one tells me,

I just know.

I know what others are thinking and feeling –

sometimes I know what they’re doing –

It’s there in my mind – uninvited.

It’s there for me to know and later

find is true.

Some born in my mind-

Others born of dreams –

elusive, yet present –

there for an audience of one.