Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
Life is constantly pushing us, pulling us, our attention dragging us on like chasing a mirage across an endless desert—always just beyond reach, shimmering with false promises.
Is there ever a moment where the action stops, and clarity, peace, and calm emerge? Is there really a place of not doing, simply being at rest?
Guest Post by Gloria Lionz
This poem announced itself with three short words – “more than enough.” When that phrase landed I stopped everything, sat down, and listened for the “rest of the story.”
Perhaps the reader is familiar with similar feelings; the creative opening that appears where one chooses a response designed to provide pragmatic insight and the dynamic flow of creative empowerment.
I invite you to “listen” then celebrate this age old truth: when we’re aligned with love each of us automatically realizes we are “more than enough.”
By Michael Avery, featuring Catherine Ganci
From Seven Signs from the Universe
by Michael and Pichaya Avery, pp. 115-118
Catherine lived in a high-rise apartment in downtown Cleveland and owned a ’95 Mercury Grand Marquis. She rarely drove it, since many shops and attractions were within walking distance, some inside her own building. Catherine always placed her keys in a special place, all by themselves, in a bronze dish located in the entry.
One day, she was passing by the dish and happened to glance down. To her dismay, the keys were not in the dish. After searching each room in her apartment thoroughly, her heart sank.
Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
A close friend was getting near the end of life, and over our years of friendship we had shared many ideas, speculations, and solved all the world’s problems in our wide ranging conversations.
He had been a history professor and also enjoyed archaeology, philosophy, religion, the sciences. We had debates running over years, on what is consciousness, how humans got to where we are, and the existence of the cosmos.
Guest Post by Gloria Lionz
As with all my poems, a title arrives first, then I get quiet and listen for what it has to share. In this case, HU “spoke” of itself, in Haiku form. It was a nice surprise for me too.
By Karl LaRowe
Can shopping be a spiritual practice? This is the question I asked myself while accompanying my wife during a marathon shopping spree over the weekend. As a “traditional” man getting what I needed from any store has always been a form of “Guerilla Shopping:” quickly infiltrate, secure the item and quietly escape, with stealth and precision.
Guest Post by Riley Carson
A heartfelt song about the timeless melody of love that flows through all of life.
Guest Post by Doug Marman
From: The Silent Questions, by Doug Marman, pp. 242-243
I paused for a moment and listened. What was it? The cool breeze rattled leaves along the walk while I waited, listening. Then it came again. A sound in the wind from far away…a child crying…It echoed within me.
By Gloria Lionz
STORIES FROM THE FIELD…aka: not-so-random signs the Divine “HAS YOUR BACK.”
Tonight, I left my naturopath’s office (Dr. Kate Wiggin) after closing. Today, like most IV sessions, I was there 3+ hours. The goal? Detoxify my body from mold poisoning (which I posted about several months ago).
Guest Post by Jim Jackson
Tennis is a unique sport or creative activity, in my opinion, although many others would say the same about their activity or sport. But tennis has so many good qualities, and only one “so-so” quality – which like most activities – sports, requires a specific place to play, in this case, a tennis court. (Although, when I began, I would hit for hours against a cement wall, as there were few players in my small town.)
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