This.
As I say good-byeto the small, wooded condowith its speckled fawnsand golf cart traffic,moments of solitude and loud family gatheringsI’m keenly awareof my Dad’s Spiritclanging through the wind chimes.As I walk the lake pathone last timeI begin to realizewhy I’m here. This.This lapping lake.This pale blue sky.This sense of onenesswith it all.This deep knowing that this Presenceis always with mewherever I go. As I head to my car,I’m not surprisedby…
Summer “Being”
Pulling weeds.Clipping dry stems.Creating space in the garden.Opening up space in me.To play.To breathe.To be.What is helping you to “be” this summer? Copyright (c) 2023, Bridget Purdome, ThePearlDivers.com. All rights reserved.
Reflecting. Sparkling.
It wasn’t on our list of “don’t miss” stops along the Icefield Parkway in Banff National Park. And with a name like, “Herbert,” I didn’t have high expectations. I just needed to stretch my legs with a short walk to the lake. Now, don’t get me wrong – I have nothing against all of you readers named…
Seeing more clearly?
Your vision is okay for driving,” the eye doctor said. “Do you want to see more clearly?” Hmmm…do I?Do I want to see the tiny red buds on spring trees?The fine features of robins, cardinals and blackbirds? The hands on the clock of a distant church? (Is there really a clock on that church?)Of course, I want…
Stirrings of spring
Last spring, I had a startling sense of clarity after engaging in the simple contemplative practice of picking up sticks. A year later, I returned to the site of this epiphany. What happened? I picked up sticks. Pretty anticlimactic, huh? On the surface, yes. I walked, scanned the yard, picked up sticks, carried them to the fire…