Tag Archives: Evolving faith

Upon rising

New shoots are pressing thro’ without much warning green and fresh life returning after dark change has pushed thro’ change and is pressing forth more unbidden and unhaltable silent, inching juggernaut to which our weary eyes might close and failing … Continue reading

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The timeliness of things

End of something don’t know what exactly like threshing I guess when all us up for grabs… who am I? what am I about? what do I want? what can I tolerate? what don’t I really care that much about? … Continue reading

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Inspiring fresh fields of old

There is a magical moment upon the threshing floor when everything is up for grabs! Eyes lift in wonder at the ripe wheat suspended mid-air high above the winnowing fan and in this moment, freedom, where chaff and grain fly … Continue reading

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To fall in love with gratitude

Like charting stars as they appear across the night sky has been my delight and each a beautiful diamond with which to fall in love! How lucky, how blessed to have loved many times and to have held so many … Continue reading

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Finding myself asking again

  Do I actually see ? Person, whole thing, happening process? Do I believe that I am shifting, changing, and going onward? Growing, moving into being free, fresh, expansive? Trusting implicitly, quietly, into the wholeness of it all? “How does … Continue reading

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sweet mortal coil

Just beneath the surface yet deep between the skins of our old and new waits the growing space and presently flows the grace we need the fluidity of such love and goodwill to edge gently within between our skin secretly … Continue reading

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Today

  Just now I feel as if something has clicked At long last I wake to see things of fresh magnificence and welcome mystery The experience of this life is real time birthing and her grinding weariness and endurance of … Continue reading

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Known by love

Deep among the forest’s tall trees and glossy-green ivied boughs, within your very being is an utter Presence luminous and most beautiful Meet with her Stand with him Look, watch, see thro’ this core of your very being in the … Continue reading

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In the almond eye

Are you dancing or dying today? Is your heart breaking or burning? Follow Hold Honour and cherish the flow of your heart. This is the place where we are living; where I am living. It is a shimmering space and … Continue reading

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May we share this vision beheld in Love of now and things to come Which sees our very hands reaching out longing, eager, insistent fleshed-out fingers of these very hands pushing the boundaries of the Eye of God glowing iris … Continue reading

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