go outdoors,
kiss the feet of God in forest floor.
in the early scorched sun,
watch miracles
of a new normal
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my great exercise would be to Journal everything: thought, seen, said, not said out loud. Thinking on storing these moments in a Diary they may find someday who knows. Isn’t WordPress a Diary all by itself?
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“I was once a mountain” the stone slab reads, on a reel. Its a sizzling day in my peninsula. Our daughter asks, “Ma, how’re you ?”
“A low kind of high.” I say, between a fantastic mountain trip and a day with zero plan, back home. The sky did not blow up today, there’s still oil and people in our lanes. Water in our wells. Low kind of high – is a Place that’s recovering, unsettled about resting.
We’ve had our mountains. Now some of them are plateaus, level ground. Some were broken into stairs, into springs, chiselled into routes to another place.
Can we all heal, as a People? Can that be? We are sad. My husband NJ said that last week as we settled into the night. “Sad that people worship bread and wine when Jesus offered His Body for us.” I was alarmed. Nj better not feel sad, not with 2 Stents in him. Is God sad; are you?
Then who better feel sad? Leaders? UNO? People with pet Nukes? Families of soldiers world wide? Families below poverty lines or those in castles not used to rationing supplies? Priests who are alarmed that prayer for wealth might not be enough, right now?
Miracles might be in vogue though. They make for great bed- time thoughts. Even the Bible.
Janoah keeps one under her pillow just in case. “Just in case” what?
I am sad.
Can’t talk about anything but food to Jia. Food & hygiene. She has OCD and a few other alphabets.
We came home with few more plant babies. Tree houseleek, and Rain drop. Some stunning Fern. They heal me just looking at them. Those delicate Fern mayn’t survive this summer though, unless through a series of rain miracles, the weather softens. Then we found bugs in our Raindrop beauty. Treated with Neem spray. Let’s see.
Change will arrive, and even if it doesn’t, we’re changing faster than we think.
Today I lean on the One Who never changes. Thinking on Journalling these moments in a Secret Diary they may find someday who knows. Maybe WordPress is a Diary all by itself, yes?
(You’d like to Watch a Miracle Series, this ones priceless.👉🏼https://share.google/XLMlL9fNQxB6zxNM1
Meanwhile my wee FlipBook Holding hands with Stillness).
Trusting everyone’s safe another 24 hours. The war rhetoric going on is unbelievable.
“I’ll wipe out your end of the earth, if you dont open that pond of yours to me.”
“Oh I’ve lost keys to that pond.”
“I’ll finish y’all at 5am.”
“Actually could you do that at 6am, or 7?”
“Oh ok. Lets not go just yet….”
Am praying something more than Earth Peace, which is inconsistent. Am praying we all know Jesus, forever.
RN.
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