Simple Thoughts and Me … on Nature, Spirituality, Hope, some Science and the ongoing Star Wars Saga.

Tuesday May 16 (2023) Wrap Me In Purple ~ A Poem as Spring Emerges from the Dark Wrap me in purple The kind of purple that crawls like mist And seeps around and through, closer than dew. Let me weep there by candlelight With the scent of almost rain That lands on me like silk spun In the aftermath of final truth, A fine and beautiful Unspeakable grace.   Wrap me in purple Beneath a blue moon Lighting the night sky Illuminating the night clouds Revealing the hidden eyes and wings And the heart that remains in me. Set me free to understand the waters That flow from the night spring With transparent and undeniable evidence Of diety.   Wrap me in the purple lies That make life beautiful.   Let me rest there. At the journey’s end When I am quenched of all my thirst Of all my cravings,   of all my seekings In the arms of the sooth, When all that I have loved And all that I have trusted Have fallen by the wayside And the only thi

Monday, (May 1, 2023) 8pm My Silent Spring It was almost quiet. Almost warm.  And almost Spring.   Except for the distant rumble of a jet engine flying a mile above, the silence of the forest was filled only with the faint murmurings of a bird’s trill, a rustling wind, grasses in vibration and the footsteps of deer hooves navigating the soft earth underfoot.   Nature’s voice defines and defies the quietness that surrounds me.   The resplendent allure of the Spring Beauties draws one close in to whisper its secrets and then bursts opens to the sky itself and speaks louder than any of the other forest sounds--d eclaring the delicate fine-lined artistry of God Herself untouchable in her genius design, ready with a full palette and presence of being.   As the wind rustles the mountain grasses I feel seen, spoken to and fulfilled by the conversation.   She never tires of quenching my thirst and I never tire of seeing her offerings to my wandering heart—every pinecone, every flower, ev

  Wednesday (April 19, 2023) 12pm Truth Comes First: Contemplating The Language of Post-Pandemic Pre-Teens There’s always so much to be grateful for on the path of humility in the quest for enlightenment.   Around every corner and beneath every rock there is a shining light of truth waiting to be discovered.   I uncovered some personal truths this Winter that profoundly affected me and led me to dedicate my own time to our beautiful pre-teens at Unity.    Reflecting over the past 10 years of working in the office at Unity, in retrospect, I recognize the milestones along the way that have led me to this turning point. Since 2017, I have been harboring a secret wish to work with our Unity Pre-teens (Uniteens), exploring and brainstorming curriculum for them in hope I would gain the spiritual courage it would take to be a part of their lives.   I was finally drawn--divinely guided--to speak up and say that I am personally ready to fill the space of working with our Unity pre-teens (

  Thursday, Oct 20 (2022) 11AM   Observing Autumn with the Neighbor's Cat Today, my soul awakens. Quiet. At rest. I sat outside with the neighbor’s cat and took in the glimmering light of Autumn. Have you ever looked at an autumn leaf?   I mean, really looked at it?   Did you see the changing color of the leaf itself? The edges of green fading into yellow? The burnt brown color of almost-dryness?   Did you notice how orange leaves can only be seen from a distance?   Like an artist’s palette, an orange leaf disappears up close. As you approach an orange leaf it changes to hues of red and yellow.   Did you notice how some trees drop their leaves all at once in a finale of swirling about in a funnel wind? In less than a minute’s time?   While others hold onto their cloak, letting go one leaf at a time.      Some leaves fade their green into spotted patterns. Some, edges first.   Some drop to the earth completely green and others dry right on the tree. I was hard pressed to

  Thursday, March 31 (2022) 6pm Fire is Dry and Hot, But Nothing Can Stop A Yucca Plant   The air after a wildfire, in the surrounding land untouched, is hot—a repressive dryness suffocating the ones left.   Among the charred remains of the burned ground stands the Yucca, impermeable by flame, a magical sight.   The blackened trunks of trees and shrubs belie the flames that flooded the land just 2 nights prior and show signs of resilience.   The creek bed now lays bare and exposed, open in its meandering across the charred land.   Wildlife paths are untouched resistant to flames. The hotter areas lay blackened in ashes as a giant campfire.   After yesterday’s rain, the new green shoots of prairieland grasses are already protruding from the black land, unstoppable, even blessed by those same ashes that threatened to destroy the forest. On the hogback, the flames thwarted by the rocky soil and dormant winter grasses, had little to burn in Spring. Afterall, the remnants of last week

  Thursday, January 6 (2022) 11AM   ‘Thoughts On Moving Toward the Acceptance of Sentience & Preference’   As I reflect upon the interconnected nature of sentience, data measurements, subjective intentions, innate instinct and fixing mistakes I head straight to the dictionary.   Webster’s Dictionary defines ‘sentient’ as "being responsive to conscious of sense impression, being aware or finely sensitive in perception or feelings".    There is a growing awareness and acceptance of the possibility of a deeper sentient 'beingness' among animals across a wide variet of species formerly considered as not having physical/neuron feeling of physical pain, altruism or emapthic emotion. Our notion of sentience seems to have culturally evolved out of the act of anthropomorphizing our feelings onto animals, plants, things—any non-human.   However, examples of real animal-human interactions has shown behaviorally that animals do exhibit raw feelings, thoughtfulness and co