There are mornings when the world greets me unexpectedly with a brilliant sunrise or a joyful birdsong. I sit in my meditation room, drink my tea, and soak in what Creation has to offer my soul. Ahhh, peace.
This weekend, we spent some time hiking in Cataloochee which is a part of the Great Smoky Mountains. We stepped off the main trail for a bit and walked on a side trail parallel with the river. Stopped by the side of the water, we rested our souls for part of the hike. This poem … Continue reading river fall
This is my church. The hymns of birdsong and flapping wings. The liturgy of squirrel chatter around the feeder. The Spirit's presence moving through the morning breeze. The grace of butterfly toes tickling the button zinnias. The praise of sunflowers, faces smiling at the Light. The communion of dew on broad green leaves. The hope … Continue reading this is my church