• quotes,  snow,  trees,  winter scenes

    It’s a quiet day

    Love is the seed of life in my own heart
    when it seeks the good of the other.

    Thomas Merton

    Finally a taste of winter. It began snowing early this morning, just now beginning to let up and turning to rain. I am guessing 1-3 inches of snow. US 287 north from Ted’s Place to Laramie, Wy was closed earlier due to blizzard conditions but is now open. This is a much needed gift of moisture for us. Had a mocha early at Mugs and have laundry in the dryer now. It’s a quiet day. I hope you enjoy your Friday!

  • fall season,  insects,  leaves,  quotes

    A quiet light…

    The gift of a ladybug and yes, they do have a heart.

    There is a quiet light that shines in every heart. It draws no attention to itself though it is always secretly there. It is what illuminates our minds to see beauty, our desire to seek possibility and our hearts to love life. Without this subtle quickening our days would be empty and wearsome, and no horizon would ever awaken our longing. Our passion for life is quietly sustained from somewhere in us that is wedded to the energy and excitement of life. This shy inner light is what enables us to recognize and receive our very presence here as blessing. We enter the world as strangers who all at once become heirs of a harvesting of memory, spirit and dream that has long proceeded us and will now unfold nourish and sustain us. The gift of the world is our first blessing.

    John O’Donohue, Benedictus
  • landscape,  meadow,  Pineridge Natural Area,  quotes

    Walking in the World

    Taken on a walk ar Pineridge Natural Area – September 2020

    I have learned that the point of life’s walk is not where or how far I move my feet but how I am moved in my heart. If I walk far but am angry toward others as I journey, I walk nowhere. If I conquer mountains but hold grudges against others as I climb, I conquer nothing. If I see much but regard others as enemies, I see no one.

    Anasazi Foundation, The Seven Paths: Changing One’s Way of Walking in the World

    Yesterday we had blue skies, sunshine and mid 70 temperatures. Today we have overcast skies and mid 50 temperatures. And tomorrow back to the mid 70s. Whatever the day is like I hope you get a chance to get out and walk. May you have an Awesome week.

  • flowers,  Plants,  quotes

    Emotional and Spiritual Heart Disease

    The real epidemic in our culture is not just physical heart disease; it’s what I call emotional and spiritual heart disease; the sense of loneliness, isolation and alienation that is so prevalent in our culture because of the breakdown of the social networks that used to give us a sense of connection and community.

    Dean Ornish, March 1996

    I find it interesting that Ornish wrote the above quote over 20 years ago in the forward to a book titled Kitchen Table Wisdom, which is a wonderful book I’m presently reading. And, this epidemic he talks about has continued to grow. His quote has caused me to reflect on how my friend Jeff and I seem to be creating a community and a place for connection at the coffee shop without intentionally doing it. He and I sit in the small alcove that has four chairs and a small table. Without intending to, we have created an inviting, and I believe safe, environment for people. More and more people now walk by and say good morning while on their way to work, school or grabbing coffee while walking their dog. I’m happy to say some have begun to sit down and join us, which has created wonderful friendships. And when people see this it invites even more people to connect and a community forms. The circle grows. It’s letting me know people want a sense of connection and community and will step into it when given the chance and feel safe enough.

  • flowers,  insects,  Plants,  poems

    …the world depends on it

    Because

    So I can’t save the world—
    can’t save even myself,
    can’t wrap my arms around
    every frightened child, can’t
    foster peace among nations,
    can’t bring love to all who
    feel unlovable.
    So I practice opening my heart
    right here in this room and being gentle
    with my insufficiency. I practice
    walking down the street heart first.
    And if it is insufficient to share love,
    I will practice loving anyway.
    I want to converse about truth,
    about trust. I want to invite compassion
    into every interaction.
    One willing heart can’t stop a war.
    One willing heart can’t feed all the hungry.
    And sometimes, daunted by a task too big,
    I tell myself what’s the use of trying?
    But today, the invitation is clear:
    to be ridiculously courageous in love.
    To open the heart like a lilac in May,
    knowing freeze is possible
    and opening anyway.
    To take love seriously.
    To give love wildly.
    To race up to the world
    as if I were a puppy,
    adoring and unjaded,
    stumbling on my own exuberance.
    To feel the shock of indifference,
    of anger, of cruelty, of fear,
    and stay open. To love as if it matters,
    as if the world depends on it.

    Because from The Unfolding by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
  • flowers,  Plants,  poems

    There is this Invitation

    Toward Peace

    Clematis

    Perhaps some part of me still believes
    peace is a destination,
    a place we arrive, ideally together.
     
    I notice how shiny it is, this belief,
    like a flower made of crystal,
    beautiful, but lifeless,
     
    devoid of the dust and scuff
    that come from living a real day.
    Meanwhile, there is this invitation
     
    to grow into peace the way real flowers grow—
    in the dirt. With blight and drought,
    beetles and hail.
     
    Meanwhile this invitation
    to live in the tangle of fear and failure,
    to be humbled by my own inner wars
     
    and wonder how to find a living peace
    right here, the peace that arrives
    when we take just one step through the mess
     
    toward compassion and notice
    as our foot rises our heart also rises
    and in that lifted moment
     
    still scraping along in the dirt,
    there is a peace so real we become light,
    become the momentum that is the change.

    Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, Toward Peace
  • bicycling,  clouds,  landscape,  quotes

    I do like my bicycle rides

    Honestly accept the journey into physical diminishment as the new learning curve in your life and embrace it with curiosity and beginner’s mind. Keep facing forward with a gently yielded heart; that is always the direction from which the new integration emerges.

    Cynthia Bourgeault

    These are the morning clouds on my way to the coffee shop this past Thursday while bicycling across campus. I do like riding my bicycle because of scenes and moments like this. But I also hope it decreases some physical diminishment in this aging process we all are on. I also find it’s a great way to start my day and be actively a part of nature. I hope you have a wonderful Saturday!!

  • coffee life,  latte art,  quotes

    The mystic knows…

    Lets me know I’m loved

    The mystic knows that what really matters is the inner connection of the heart in which our heart opens and cries. It is something so simple and yet so easily overlooked. Prayer is a way to be with God.

    Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee

    It was 37 degrees and 82% humidity when I rode to coffee life this morning. Needless to say it was also cold coming home but so invigorating. My barista, Winter, made me a lovely heart this morning on my Old Town Mocha, and lets me know I’m loved.