A God Day for Sailing

Breath of Spirit

if I could only

trust

that all I need do

is raise the sail of my life

and wait

knowing

you will carry me

free me

from the worries

billowing in my hold.

I am not a sailor.

Depth scares me.

Swells unseat me.

And yet I find myself

here

in this small boat

wanting nothing more

than You

taking me where I need to go.

      Opening poem written and read by Amy Webb (written May 18, 2017)

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Photo by Nancy B.

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Broken Relationships… 

      

Anger

Releasing

 

 

 

 

 

    Receiving

Victory

Photos and reflection by Denise P.

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See How It Is?

Stranger on this mown path

I pause at pond’s edge

to pick a blackberry

ripe and promising.

As I pop the berry

into my eagerness

a deerfly bites the back of my thigh

hurries off before my swat,

and I bite down into bitter.

 

I reach the end,

cross to the other side.

 

Dragonflies, periwinkle, studded green,

chase

sundrops on heart-shaped leaves

swaying like clothes on a line.

“This way to the honeysuckle!”

 

I follow their outline

in and out, around the turn,

finding the fragrance of joy.

– Amy Webb, May 20, 2017

 

From Here

Glory hugs its way

up and around

a thin faded trunk

bared of its bark.

 

This spunky bloom

awash in morning light

trumpets out

Look

how you can see

lifted up!

Photos and poetry by Amy Webb, May 20,2017

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Tender new leaf shoots on the magnolia

Dying leaves… fresh new growth

Still Life- Magnolia Cycles

 

I found myself drawn to Magnolia Allee today… I paused for a minute or two before I entered the path and my intention for my walk came to me… BEING WITH… A loved one was sick and struggling and I felt helpless to make things better. I had been thinking for a few days that the greatest gift and support I could give was to “be with” in spirit and presence.

As I walked down Magnolia Allee I saw the trees with new eyes. There were only a few scattered flowers blooming, but the trees displayed an array of leaves that I had never before noticed. I always thought of a tree losing its leaves in the fall, but the magnolias were dropping brown leaves at the same time they were putting out fresh new shoots that would soon become bright green leaves. At one point I stopped to listen to the dropping brown leaves – it sounded like a gentle rain. The magnolias had reminded me of the cycles of nature – life, death, rebirth… and that nature only asks that we “be with” – with eyes open to wonder and grace, and an acceptance of its cycles. Yes, a reminder that all belongs…

Photos and reflection by Nancy L.