Tag: hands

Rainer Maria Rilke’s Autumn

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up, as if orchards were dying high in space. Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.” And tonight the heavy earth is falling away from all other stars in the loneliness. We’re all…

dirty hands, peaceful heart

Although this meditation is two years old, I find that it still rings true on many levels.  May you engage in “peaceful heart” activities this holiday season. My hands are small, I know But they’re not yours, they are my own ~Jewel, “Hands” Raising…

dirty hands, peaceful heart

My hands are small, I know But they’re not yours, they are my own ~Jewel, “Hands” Raising a teenage daughter comes with it many interesting gifts and graces, and I am also learning to appreciate (to be read: “tolerate”) the feedback she likes to…