Julie fingered the faded photo of her parents’ garden. She could feel the ghost of her younger self sharing secrets with the flower fairies. She saw herself doing cartwheels on the lawn and listening to the maple whisper life’s secrets in the breeze. She smiled at the memories. Life had thrown her its share of... Continue Reading →
Sitting outdoors, I felt the evening peace like a sweet caress settle o’re the land and sea. I do not know from whence he came – not a rustle or breeze did he create – but like the evening mist, he suddenly appeared and perched himself on the corner of my deck’s rail. Mottled brown... Continue Reading →
I walk along the well-worn path Silently among the trees. Calmness settles in my heart As I listen to the branches Whisper in the breeze. There in the distance stands the doe - Stately, still, and head held high. A mother’s protective stance While her fawns linger in the brush nearby. The weathered tree trunk... Continue Reading →
“The majority of us lead quiet, unheralded lives as we pass through this world. There will most likely be no ticker-tape parades for us, no monuments created in our honor. But that does not lessen our possible impact, for there are scores of people waiting for someone just like us to come along; people who... Continue Reading →
Forgiveness is complex and this post from the heart revealed a thoughtful nugget about compassion and forgiveness. I hope you enjoy it.
Four days after my son was attacked and left in a coma in a hospital over a hundred miles away, we had a major water leak. It was our second trip home to bathe, change and comfort the rest of the family, and the leak was the last thing we needed. I had all but screamed down the phone to get help, desperate to get away, back on the road south. By the time there was a knock on the door, I was wound as tight as a spring.
The plumber was huge, a veritable giant of a man… a Rastafarian, who seemed to fill the entire doorway. He came in and set to work lifting floorboards. It would not be a quick job. I sat at the computer, trying to update everyone who was seeking news…and there were many. Messages, prayers and kindness were pouring in from all over…
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At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us. Albert Schweitzer Rev. Tom Oshiro is a visionary. He retired this year, at 86, after serving 23 years at the... Continue Reading →