are we listening?

Perhaps last night’s journaling sensed what would come to life at 2am as I watched the night sky from the River House deck.

A shooting, falling star is like “a bright, fragile ‘I am'” … “As our metal eyes wake / to absolute night, / where whispers fly / from the beginning of time, / we cup our ears to the heavens.” ~ We Are Listening by Diane Ackerman

#poetry #listen #journalingforthesoul #vondadreesart

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prayers of renewal

A friend recently described one of the images above as a “visual mantra” … a partnering of words that was very pleasing to my soul.

Inspired by prayers written by Rev. Melissa Johnson Bills for the Tenth Triennial Gathering of the Women of the ELCA, it’s my hope that working on the images is preparing me for the “All Anew” theme of the Gathering.

What calls you back to a place?

It happens frequently at the Grunewald Guild that we have folks stop by who once were part of the Guild in some way. Often they have friends or family along who look at the place with puzzled curiosity. I’ve been wondering… what is it that calls people back? It seems bigger than nostalgia.

That’s what I was pondering and journaling when I realized that the page was an unusually close reflection of the breakfast table at which I was sitting, a lovely table set for Jim and me by a dear friend.

taking a little break

Dear Friends,

I’m currently nursing tendonitis in my right hand and so it will be helpful for me to take a little break from blogging. I’ll see you on the flip side of healing. 🙂

In the mean time, there are 816 archived images that can be searched on by theme, by category, by month/year, if that would be desirable.

Resurrection Blessings!

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the veil transformed

“Break down in me the barricades of death / And tear the veil in two with your last breath.” ~from Malcolm Guite’s poem, Cleansing the Temple, https://malcolmguite.wordpress.com/2017/04/11/holy-week-tuesday-cleansing-the-temple-4/

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I am fascinated by the concept of the veil, that thing that separates, being torn and revealing… I don’t know… the Christ mystery (?) that holds all things together in a different (unimaginable?) way.

And further, somehow Malcolm’s words “with your last breath” cause me to wonder about breath pointing us toward the practice of tearing the veil ~ not only “last” as in “final”… also last as in previous, the breath that just happened without any fanfare.