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My Teachers, The Trees

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I do not believe that I could be here, on earth if there were not beauty; if aspects of life were not like a cathedral with the feeling of some kind of beauty, love, truth or perhaps even god. I could not be here if I thought that what was here is all that is possible. I need to know that there is more.
Seeing light after darkness

Showing Our Brokenness

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On the deck, there are a small group of sparrows eating the birdseed that has scattered everywhere from the feeder above.  It is a fairly peaceful day after a weeklong visit from relatives. The sun is shining.  The ocean is blue.  This moment…
I Trust the Universe

I trust the universe. I trust your universe. Do you?

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I was having a conversation the other day about one of my fears.  My friend told me that he not only trusted the universe, but that he also trusted MY universe. I felt myself relax immediately. How often do we think about the big picture? How…