The surprise of hearing my own voice
like seeing slivers of light filtered between the trees
The words are whispered which I could have missed
Words of encouragement, a push
My eyes are closed, my attention sharpened
I am resting a bit after walking long
My breathing is trying to catch up with my steps
In trying to reach my goal I struggle
There are benches, handrails, sources of spring water
I am vulnerable but not feeble.
I am not alone, or helpless
Though night is approaching I am not lost.
Is it the wind or spirit descends from above the trees
A voice telling me a place in eternity
The place where I am going.
It rained yesterday.
Rained again today.
We are only 54 percent in rainfall for the year.
I walked to the river on most days.
Today I did not.
Calamities make days unreal.
In our isolation let’s expand our relationship
You are not alone
We are in this together
We cry together. We pray together
Let’s join our shoulders together
Love will prevail.
Listen to the birds and encounter beauty of the day
Spread your gratitude with the sun
“love of Christ must come before all else.”
The sun descends on my shoulders
I’m constantly washing my hands to drive the virus away
We are six feet apart, a distance of safety
We can still look at each other’s eyes
Without words love flows in invisible connections
A glass of wine and rain on a March afternoon
She says she just visited Morocco
Ate a lot of foods served in tagines.
I struggle to know
The imperfections of a place
To find a solution, an honest quest
Some look familiar, others look relevant
A little twist, a little nudge can move small stones
Inspiring but not enough to tackle boulders
Unheroic simplicity to a balanced life.
Even busy exhausting life
Can point to God
With his never absent mercy and love.
To seek God is not for a day or a month
It’s not a pilgrimage
It’s a lifelong task, I will find in him
“The ultimate reasons for things.”
Sometimes we feel dead in our faith
Sometimes we feel invigorated like spring
The desert of lent is not devoid of life
“Rise, do not be afraid.”
My prayer for today:
Help me not to be exhausting
Help me not to be critical
Help me to be kind.
Search and work
Search the depths of your life experience
for revelations of the sacred
Maybe they are ordinary
Maybe they are unnoticed
God is always working for us to find him
Is he beyond my comprehension?
I have to observe silence and be attentive.
With my human frailty I have to work harder
Not only in prayer but in faith
Selfishness and pride in spiritual ventures of disguises
Are difficult to discard without grace.
It’s a feast to plant and to harvest
With divine help.
At the end of day
I wipe sweat on my forehead
Thanking the Lord for the work done.
Yesterday I walked with my two grandchildren and their dog for two and a half hours. My granddaughter took the photo.
Length of Stay
There is no more boredom or uneven walk on the hiking trail
No more mere acorns and colored pebbles from the riverbed
A new day of catastrophe’s widening reach
Wearing a mask wherever one goes
Suspicion of catching the virus when traveling, talking with friends and strangers
Living in narrow corridors
A suffocating feeling, counting the hours
Waiting when the end come?
With fear of being left alone and contagious
Today I walk to the river
There is a pink breasted bird flying from one branch to another, from one tree to another tree
Tweeting and communicating in a high pitch bird talk
I see a fisherman attending to his line
The fish has not touched any of his baits
But living is not all about intensity and patience
Not all about uncertainties and business hours
Life is also about the every day simplicity: corn on the cob and opening an umbrella during the rain,
A good book, kind thoughts, and Beethoven
And kissing you goodnight.
I plant a tree
I help an old man cross the street
I walk with others
who walk in the park
heads down, heads up
a day in the world
to gather love in the basket
and give away
“universal forgiveness” of what we have
and what we are.