This last morning meditation in Puerto Rico, i listened to the native little frog, the coqui, which sings its co-qui song from sunset to sunrise. That little frog is loud! Knowing that this morning is my last tropical morning for quite a while, i soaked into the co-qui call, using the labels “Hear Out” andRead more about Hearing a Coqui[…]
This day had a difficult birth. Rain pelting. Wind blowing. Now that the sun has risen behind gray clouds, the rain has calmed, although tree branches still dance in the wind. Blue sky peeps through fast-moving clouds. All is in flux. This breath. This movement of the eyes. These hands. Nothing is fixed.
I’ve always wanted a spring on my property. (Be careful what you wish for.) I suddenly see a puddle of water in the middle of a flower bed. The nearby fishpond is frozen, but this little puddle is not. The water in the puddle moves ever so subtly, but it is moving. The water isRead more about A Spring Springs Up[…]