Greatness simmers in my blood and then goes away. There are moments of clarity when I see things clearly and then everything becomes out of focus, messy. There are flashes of profound awareness and then vague cluelessness returns. An uncontrolable drive, a passion flickers and then dissapears.
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We cast our wishes like nets
attempting to catch the life of dreams
imagined in places between the lines,
captured or falling through
it’s all the same
when you move line by line
tightrope walking of the mind
silver threads we follow along
pulling ourselves through the moments
afraid of getting lost along the way
we wind the length hand over hand
and tuck away the ends
for safer keeping.
The net waits patiently
on the high wire act we balance
to the mercy of the ocean winds that blow,
we teeter and right ourselves,
making good with what goes wrong
and rejoicing in the right that comes
and one foot in front of the other
we see the end before us
the place where safety calls,
one last step to the firm ground
we stand in the sun that warms
and wonder how we found our way through
to…
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Without a doubt, crowds can be fickle…
The workplace? Fragile.
Friendships? Variable.
Relationships? Tenuous.
Popularity? Fleeting.
We learn early. Yet, betrayal nevertheless blindsides us again and again throughout our lives.
There is always that one: the gossip, the slanderer, the jealous, the back-stabber, and yes, the bully…one who wishes to tear down rather than build up…
Sometimes, the pain comes from places we least expect. We bleed emotionally from unanticipated blows.
Maybe, you’ve been there. Perhaps, you walk this road today. You began with high hopes; your dreams dashed in the face of injustice.
There is One who understands. Scripture tells us that our Great High Priest 
sympathizes with our pain. Yes, God-incarnate walked such a road.
For the uninformed eye-witness, such events likely seemed outside the realm of possibility.
After all, Christ’s popularity was undeniable.
If there were any…
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“Our hands imbibe like roots
so I place them on what is beautiful in this world and,
I fold them in prayer and they draw from the heavens light.”
~ St. Francis of Assisi
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This is Alex. He is my oldest grandson. He and Joe were both adopted at birth in Guatemala. Because of the red-tape involved in international adoptions Alex was six months old when his parents could go to Guatemala and bring him back here. He and his brother Joe both light up my life!!
This is both my boys. Alex is on the left and Joe is on the right. They are 15 and 16 years old now and if you’re wondering why all these photos are of them when they were so young, it’s because Mompie and her camera began to be “uncool.”
I wanted to write tonight about springtime. I wished to celebrate the beauty of daffodils and such. I yearned to speak of songbirds and the earth’s dependable faithfulness. But once again, I’m shaken to my very core and sobbing about the reality that there are those who place NO value whatsoever on another human being’s life and/or well being. Not only that but there are those who would pose a serious, if not fatal, emotional threat to a child who has already had to endure a heinous crime, especially from someone who him or herself has had to undergo such a sickening and evil reality. Seriously when does it all stop? How many times does someone have to die or to bleed or to be broken before the hatred and hurting in the world comes to an end? There’s not a human being alive that doesn’t know pain, both physical and emotional, and so why would anyone choose to inflict either on another individual, especially an innocent child who, through NO fault of his/her own, has been robbed of his/her childhood and joy and faith? How do such people sleep at night? I’m not naive; I understand that life can be unbelievably shitty and unfair, but if that has been one’s experience in life, why would he/she want to perpetuate those realities by doing the same to others? My faith is strong, and I know that such things break God’s heart too so I will eventually recover. But the blow of something I was informed about today that is so incredibly selfish and tragic and damaging has thrown off my inner balance and I’m struggling to upright myself and remember that not all are like that and that some can and do make a difference by being kind and loving, compassionate and forgiving even when it takes every ounce of wherewithal they possess to do so.
**Photo taken in her yard by Natalie
Sacred Touches 