Sometimes one must wait.Sit in the sunshine, be still.Look. New life unfolds. mjh

Spring comes too early. It seems mud season is here.We can’t see ahead. mjh

While growing upward, the stalk and the bud are one. Breaking, we blossom. mjh “And the time came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” -Anaïs Nin

At the golden hour, there is no difference betweensunset and sunrise. Light Perpetual moves simultaneously within life and death. All that is changing is us. Where will you be foundstanding in the Light? mjh

God is the still point,the still point at the center.The center, God is. At the center, God.Is the still point at the center?God is the still point. mjh with inspiration fromJulian of Norwichand Diane Jones, scribe

We reach for the stars, yet our feet keep us rooted. Darkness is brilliant. So, which way is up? Light is spinning all through us. Our roots reach onward. mjh

All of Creation circles with the rising sun. The Son is Risen. mjh

Bright marbles of ice roundly rebuild the dripping drops of melting snow. The slow steady drops from an ‘ol leaky gutter build an ice castle. mjh

The fox makes her rounds. Swiftly, she trots through my yard. I keep watch for her. mjh

We lift every voice, singing for love with justice.That is true power. mjh