Oak Tree

Oak Tree

Oak Tree I am holding on to my leaves like a cloak protecting me from the freeze.   I’m not read to let go to bare myself to be vulnerable to the next season.   But I know in time I will have no choice my covering will drop and I will be exposed.  ...
A Blessed Gift

A Blessed Gift

I arrive to the silence. I am hopeful to take this time to listen…to be…to know…if only for this moment. I participate in morning prayer and these words speak to my heart (from the Beatification of Father Titus Brandsma (Carmelite, pg 46.)) Do as perfectly as you can...
Notice

Notice

Slow down and notice the green spiral log the caterpillar crawling at its own pace. Slow down and notice listen to the river rippling over the stones. Slow down and notice the path is open again. Slow down and notice the gift of the feather left as a reminder  to pay...