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Praying With Nature – Prayerful Tuesday

Praying With Nature – Prayerful Tuesday

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Last night was the Autumnal Equinox.  The Sun crossed that imaginary line in the sky called the celestial equator from north to south.  Spring begins in the southern hemisphere and fall officially begins here in the north.  I don’t know about you but I’ve been feeling ‘fall’ for some time now.  The nights are cooler, the air has that dried leaf smell to it and the light, well, just looks different, fallish you might say. But with all things human we have to have a point in space and time that defines what we already know to be. We humans can be silly. While summer is my favorite time I have to admit fall has its good points.  There is nothing like taking a walk in the park, leaves crunching beneath my feet, red gold above my head and a blue sky the color of which you only see in fall. T

TGIF: Gratitude for New Life

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This week I was blessed to be allowed to hold a week old puppy. He was amazingly soft! His mama was happy to snuggle up against my side while I held her tiny treasure. After a month of deep and meaningful, this episode of light and joy was truly welcome. I simply sat and stroked the little one and reveled in the idea of a new life brought into this chaotic world. I am grateful."What do you call a group of young dogs that have come in from the snow? Slush puppies"
Finding Joy in Remembering

Finding Joy in Remembering

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Sometimes it is hard to be joyful, joy full, or joy filled! I am struggling this week with the concerns of the world. Care taking has strained me in the form of taking care of others, taking care of the house, even taking care of myself.  It's not that I can't "soldier on" and get it done, but the joy is not effervescent. The colors of life are not vibrant. Then last night, in the midst of grief, work, and cleaning dishes, I had a moment of joy. It popped through with my youngest, Colin. He was in the kitchen as I was filling the sink to scrub some pans and I just "splatted" him with some bubbles! Then we "might" have had a bubble fight in the kitchen complete with tear-jerking laughter.Perhaps that moment was not "joy" so much as a relief valve, but it helped me gain a little bit of joy b