A couple of weeks ago I noticed water in the pond wasn’t moving in gale force winds. I walked over to investigate. The pond was icing over. I watched for a long time, trying to catch ice crystals forming. Like all magic tricks, I couldn’t catch it happening. Transformation everywhere; little miracles on the periphery of attention.
Guests start arriving, the turkey is brining, pies are cooling. What fun to prepare for Thanksgiving!
November asks us to learn “to live peacefully in the cold and silence. It’s said that in such a place certain revelations may be discovered. That what the spirit reaches for may be eventually felt, if not exactly understood.” Mary Oliver
Sometimes I want to hold on to a moment, other times I hurry through the moments. It’s hard to welcome and release each moment; to be fully present. Recently I learned about the Welcoming Prayer by Father Thomas Keating and have been practicing it each morning. Welcome, welcome, welcome. I welcome everything that comes to me today because I know it’s for my healing. I welcome all thoughts, feelings, emotions, persons, situations, and conditions. I let go of my desire…
Woke to a winter wonder land today. After weeks of riotous color, the world shifted overnight to black and white. Picked up pencil to render this new black and white world.
Snow forecast for tonight. In the meantime we love and fight, cry and laugh. We fail and try again. We patch and mend.
Win or lose today thanks to all candidates who ran for election. You’ve sacrificed comfort, pleasures, dinner at home with your family to be out on the campaign trail, working to make our democracy a more perfect union. Thank you for your effort and sacrifice. Trusting those who do get elected will work hard, even compromise to make our city, state and country better!
Just for this moment – right where you are – notice the Earth holding your body. Feel your pulse beat in your veins. Let breath clear your lungs. Surrender all intention, effort, purpose. Feel your humble heart beat. All is well.
Have you ever heard the sound of the world sighing? Out on Lake Michigan we heard something breathing in and out for several minutes. It was a big sound. A fantastic creature from the deep? A sigh from the sea? The moan of the wind? Or the spirit of the world?
Imagine yourself sailing toward a horizon of possibility. Miniatures let us enter another world of magic, make-believe, and adventure. Miniatures have a strange evocative power to transform us from ordinary people standing in museums to pirates, or a wealthy heiress with a yacht at our command. What adventure do you imagine for yourself onboard this fine ship? Part of the Door County Maritime Museum’s collection of ship models.
