Entries by Sandy

Drops of Color/ Windows

Drops of Color Windows Why do i go on sketching images of windows… leaving words on their ‘pane?’ I suppose it is the gazing ‘outward,’ and then I’m suddenly taken back to lingering memories, lasting moments. I wipe the glass again and clear the streaks. Often, I leave the window wide open letting in the […]

Totem

Totem This totem leads to here and NOW… Look no further than this place you stand… It is exactly where you are meant to be.

Drops of Color/ …Take my Hand

Drops of Color …Take my Hand Oh, this night  lures me. I am like bait on a line cast upon the black sea before me. I walked dangled between starlight and the night’s sky where a light shines brighter than the sun. Blinded am I, as You  lunge from the hidden depths to snag me […]

Drops of Color/ Weights & Measures

Drops of Color Weights & Measures Balancing scales —one side dipping down, another side rising. Who decides the values placed on the scale? If we lived the lesson —to share our surplus with the least of  our brothers and sisters —to satisfy those who hunger and thirst —to comfort those broken, filled with anguish because […]

In Gratitude of Hours

   In Gratitude of Hours “My life is not this steep hour through which you see me being swept. I am a tree standing before my background, of my many mouths I am but one— the one, indeed, that’s always first to close.  I am the space between two notes which, if wed, ring crossly: […]

Book of Hours/ Final Hour

BOOK OF HOURS/Final Hour  “We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”  ~~~ T.S. Eliot Final Hour Here we are…but where? Weeks ago, at least it seems weeks, I sat before this windowpane.  Outside, there […]

Book of Hours/ 10:00 p.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/10:00p.m.  “Preach the Gospel at all times… and if necessary use words.”  ~~~Francis of Assisi 10:00pm.         Hour  The        pause      I         make between     each        word is       the      prayer    I   make      with   words! Silence         is    a       response    when         the    heart       waits     for   each            breath   and      trusts       […]

Book of Hours/ 9:00 p.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/9:00p.m.  “Follow the grain in your own wood.”  ~~~Howard Thurman 9:00p.m. Hour 9:00p.m.—this hour has its own chord. Each hour has played its own unique melody… Each a separate key on the keyboard, and yet, ‘all’ these hours hold a melody, a harmony that is lasting and eternal.  Each moment in this hour, […]

Book of Hours/ 8:00 p.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 8:00p.m. “All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well.”  ~~~Julian of Norwich 8:00p.m. Hour  Darkness has set in. Like a seed planted in the ‘ground of being,’ unmovable beneath the soil, the seed finds a way to break.  Pushing, prodding, am I like […]

Center Stage

Center Stage Divine Light has its way of ‘pointing’ to that which appears insignificant and casts its glow allowing it center stage and says… ‘the brilliance of creation would not exist without your being.’

Book of Hours/ 7:00 p.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 7:00p.m. In the dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shared.  Black silk, shelter me.  I need more of the night before I open eyes and heart to illumination.  I must still grow in the dark like a root not ready, not ready at […]

Rest

Rest Today is a brilliant day to begin unfolding all the creativity birthing inside of you. Suddenly, a soft voice, or the echo of a breeze, seems to say, “Come, lie in this hammock, let yourself rest in the sweetness of savoring nothingness.” The mind, the heart, the body, embrace the stillness. Rest

Book of Hours/ 6:00 p.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 6:00p.m. If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be.  Now put the foundations under them.  ~~~Henry David Thoreau 6:00p.m. Hour I clicked my heels… I was not attempting to escape this hour. I clicked softly, bringing me back home from […]

Book of Hours/ 5:00 p.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 5:00p.m.  Be yourself, everyone else is already taken.  ~~~Oscar Wilde 5:00p.m. Hour  They say the eyes are the windows to the Soul. These windows—a set of eyes…they gaze from inside out…they gaze from the outside in. What have they witnessed?  Has my vison changed as time reveals itself over and over, this […]

Drops of Color/ Conversation with a Flower

Drops of Color Conversation with a Flower Who asks you, ‘What is your race, your gender, your creed?’ Pardon me, I could not hear you. ‘Does anyone question the essence of your being?’ Forgive me, I really cannot understand what you’re saying. Help me… Suddenly, the flower unfolded itself before me. Its beauty, its sweet […]

Book of Hours/ 4:00 p.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 4:00p.m.  Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.  ~~~E.E. Cummings 4:00p.m. Hour  The harvest ready… Autumn changes the colors of this hour— My breath softer, more silent, and I know You, YAH-WEH, as I inhale and exhale. My heart […]

Book of Hours/ 3:00 p.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 3:00p.m.  “I’ve known rivers:  I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins my soul has grown deep like the rivers.  ~~~Langston Hughes 3:00p.m. Hour This hour basks in Summer’s warmth.  The clouds overhead bathe in this season…like children, they frolic across the […]

Drops of Color/ Definition of a Woman

Ketanji Brown Jackson The 116th Associate Justice of the Untied States Supreme Court Definition of a Woman Let us begin with a fresh slate. Our ‘ribs’ are uniquely our own. Our physical attributes simply do not define our brand of how we are ‘made-up.’ I am fashioned and created  from a Source who designs all life […]

Book of Hours/ 2:00 p.m.

 BOOK OF HOURS/ 2:00p.m.  Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.  ~~~ Robert Frost 2:00p.m. Hour This hour, Spring Beginning. Only a week ago…the 1:00p.m. hour, I was knee deep in snow. How then, at this 2:00p.m. hour, have the trees […]

Rooftop

Rooftop Up on a rooftop —witnessed by few. Even if no one bore contact with such splendor —beauty cannot help ‘flutter’ in harmony with creation.

Book of Hours/ 1:00 p.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 1:00p.m.  For there is always light, if only we’re brave enough to see it if only we’re brave enough to be it.  ~~~ Amanda Gorman 1:00p.m. Hour This hour transported me to a snow-covered hill. How the hours, like the seasons, pressing forward, change the face of the landscape…transforming the Sojourner, chilled […]

Implement

Implement We are intrinsically and wonderfully made. We are gifted with ‘means’ to protect ourselves. It is learning how to implement those built in  guards so that we ‘also’ do not inflict pain on others.

Book of Hours/ Noon

BOOK OF HOURS/ Noon  “My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think I am following your will does not mean that I […]

Drops of Color/ For No Reason

Drops of Color For No Reason A stuffed animal left behind ‘in a child’s dirty boot.’ A maternity ward ‘has collapsed.’ I look out the window …I want to hear the cries of life just beginning. Instead, I hear the sound of rubble —person sifting through stones. From a safe harbor on the other side […]

Book of Hours/ 11:00 a.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 11:00a.m.  “You are the sky everything else—it’s just the weather.”  ~~~ PEMA CHODRON 11:00a.m. Hour  A prism of colors highlights this hour. A culmination of effervescent hues…each one uniquely its own color and, yet it blends itself into fullness.  Reaching from one end of the sky to the other, there is NO […]

Bars

Bars The bars do not hold anything back. The bars allow the bush to spread and open its buds beyond anything that could contain its beauty.

Book of Hours/ 10:00 a.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 10:00a.m.  This we know, the earth does not belong to us, we belong to the earth. This we know, All things are connected.  ~~~Chief Seattle 10:00a.m. Hour  The leaves are curling open, soft green drapes drawn. I hear the wind breathe ‘into’ them, the branches cackle. Awe.  To be touched again by […]

We’ll Ride

We’ll Ride I may be small —a tad wobbly, but give me time… let me fall and get back up watch me run —don’t stand in the path. Rub a gentle brush across my hide —fill my trough with  wild oats. Wait…only a bit longer —then get on. Together we’ll ride.

Book of Hours/ 9:00 a.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 9:00a.m.  The Root of the Root of Yourself Don’t go away, come near. Don’t be faithless, be faithful. Find the antidote in the venom. Come to the Root of the Root of Your Self.  Molded of clay, yet kneaded from the substance of certainty, a guard at the treasury of Holy Light— […]

Roll-on

Roll-on The wheel of time understands when its journey is ready to move to another level. The circle rests until it’s time to roll-on.

Book of Hours/ 8:00 a.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 8:00a.m.  “Keeping watch… in the morning when I began to wake it happened again  That feeling that you, Beloved had stood over me all night keeping watch  That feeling that as soon as I began to stir  You put your lips on  my forehead and lit a holy lamp inside my heart.” […]

Book of Hours/ 7:00 a.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 7:00a.m.  “When it is over, I want to say:  all my life I was a bride married to amazement.  I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.”  ~~~Mary Oliver   7:00a.m. Hour A sweet intoxication fills the air.  The prayer this hour tasting the essence of familiarity.  Far from ripe, […]

Book of Hours/ 6:00 a.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/6:00a.m.  “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”  ~~~Maya Angelou 6:00a.m. Hour  Oh, that we could stay right here. Please…look at the sky, its colors… Who spilled the paint cans in such divine wonders? How […]

Wally

Wally Frigid temperatures. He sat outside on stacked crates. The establishment had no issue allowing him in to use its facilities. He was known to several regular customers —kind words, smiles exchanged. One day, when he was inside, he discovered ‘something.’ He did NOT announce, “Look, look at me, look what I’m doing.” No, he […]

Book of Hours/ 5:00 a.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 5:00a.m.  “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the Soul—and sings the tunes without the words—and never stops at all.”  ~~~Emily Dickinson   5:00a.m. Hour  I am lying here…I fit so comfortably in your curl…I know some things are changing and dramatically. Your light fading, yet a light not so […]

A Wheel Barrow

A Wheel Barrow The wind hollows— the snow drifts piled high. I set out—a wheel barrow in tow, colored flowers filled its trough.  For a moment, I could smell the fragrant flowers… as snowflakes tickled my nose.

Book of Hours/ 4:00 a.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/4:00a.m.  “RE-examine all that you have been told… Dismiss that which insults your soul.”  ~~~Walt Whitman 4:00a.m. Hour  You begin to diminish…Wait!  Why? Why does the hour pass so quickly?  I turned a moment… my finger, wishing it to be like a fishing pole I could cast, that I might catch you, and […]

Looming

Looming Quiet, serene…timeless. Below, the darkness— looming. On top, soft flakes, white like flour ready for baking. In between, what is not visible, is the blossoming already begun.    

Book of Hours/ 3:00a.m.

BOOK OF HOURS/ 3:00a.m.  “You are not a human being in search of a spiritual experience.  You are a spiritual being immersed in a human experience.”  ~~~Teilhard de Chardin 3:00a.m. Hour  Although you are whole…in this hour, half of you revealed.  My lens captured you.  I cannot begin to count the images photographed.  Even if […]

Dwelling

Dwelling A dwelling, a place to nest, free from the elements, yet open to take them in. A sacred place you invite others to enter… A place called home. Here, is where the heart lies.