Singing Along the Journey

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Seeing is believing…or is it?

I think a lot about the relationship between our physical senses and our spiritual understanding of our selves and the universe of which we are a part, particularly as I wander the streets in the early morning hours of the day. And more often than not, I am thinking about the importance of what we think we see and what we think that means, an importance that informs our identity and our interactions with life around us. I mean, what do we do with these images? I keep thinking about this quotation from Rainer Maria Rilke's poem, "The Turning Point," (translated by Stephen Mitchell): The work of the eyes is…
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A little later than usual…

There were so many choices this morning. Dogwood. Late cherry. Redbud. Irises, daffodils and tulips. Birds. But then, there was this. In this pandemic April, as the anxiety and fear that drove my early walks last year subsides just a little, I'm walking a little later so the sun is usually on its merry way. But this morning, there was this. For which I am more than grateful.
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Dancing between the dark and the light…

An interesting morning. First I woke with a sense of peace. Can't remember the last time that happened in the city. Then I stepped out of the house and looked up...greeted by a sky full of visible stars. The next hour was a lesson in the dance between night and day...with this as the finale before I had to go home. Good start to a new month.
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Seeing is believing…or is it?

I think a lot about the relationship between our physical senses and our spiritual understanding of our selves and the universe of which we are a part, particularly as I wander the streets in the early morning hours of the day. And more often than not, I am thinking about the importance of what we think we see and what we think that means, an importance that informs our identity and our interactions with life around us. I mean, what do we do with these images? I keep thinking about this quotation from Rainer Maria Rilke's poem, "The Turning Point," (translated by Stephen Mitchell): The work of the eyes is…
Read More

A little later than usual…

There were so many choices this morning. Dogwood. Late cherry. Redbud. Irises, daffodils and tulips. Birds. But then, there was this. In this pandemic April, as the anxiety and fear that drove my early walks last year subsides just a little, I'm walking a little later so the sun is usually on its merry way. But this morning, there was this. For which I am more than grateful.
Read More

Dancing between the dark and the light…

An interesting morning. First I woke with a sense of peace. Can't remember the last time that happened in the city. Then I stepped out of the house and looked up...greeted by a sky full of visible stars. The next hour was a lesson in the dance between night and day...with this as the finale before I had to go home. Good start to a new month.
Read More

Seeing is believing…or is it?

I think a lot about the relationship between our physical senses and our spiritual understanding of our selves and the universe of which we are a part, particularly as I wander the streets in the early morning hours of the day. And more often than not, I am thinking about the importance of what we think we see and what we think that means, an importance that informs our identity and our interactions with life around us. I mean, what do we do with these images? I keep thinking about this quotation from Rainer Maria Rilke's poem, "The Turning Point," (translated by Stephen Mitchell): The work of the eyes is…
Read More

A little later than usual…

There were so many choices this morning. Dogwood. Late cherry. Redbud. Irises, daffodils and tulips. Birds. But then, there was this. In this pandemic April, as the anxiety and fear that drove my early walks last year subsides just a little, I'm walking a little later so the sun is usually on its merry way. But this morning, there was this. For which I am more than grateful.
Read More

Dancing between the dark and the light…

An interesting morning. First I woke with a sense of peace. Can't remember the last time that happened in the city. Then I stepped out of the house and looked up...greeted by a sky full of visible stars. The next hour was a lesson in the dance between night and day...with this as the finale before I had to go home. Good start to a new month.
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