I wrote this one several summers ago, and with the onset of canning season, I have returned to it this week. I find that each summer I can, this prayer practice becomes enhanced with various nuances. With the renovation of our kitchen this past…
Sitting still, doing nothing Spring comes, and the grass grows by itself. ~Basho
It was spring and I finally heard him among the first leaves–– then I saw him clutching the limb in an island of shade with his red-brown feathers all trim and neat for the new year. First, I stood still and thought of nothing….
Stop by and see me at Wine Sage and Gourmet at Art On Main in HVL on September 28, 10am-12pm. Dismiss