Lord, the air smells good today, straight from the mysteries
within the inner courts of God.

A grace like new clothes thrown across the garden,
free medicine for everybody.
The trees in their prayer, the birds in praise.

Rumi

— Reading chosen and read by Amy W.

I loved the mockingbird sitting on the sculpture asking, what art is more divine than me?

— Photos and reflection by Kelly G S

— Photo by Jacob and Mieke K.

— Photo by Nancy W.

To make friends with the hours is to come to know all the hidden correspondences inside our own bodies that match the richness and movement of life we see around us. –

David Whyte

Walking Through Praise

Crows practice their call-and-answer 

limb to limb, across the grounds.

In not just stereo but surround sound

mockingbirds, blackbirds, cardinals, wrens

sing out their morning praise.

A red-headed woodpecker flits 

and perches and pecks

as a rare crane ratchets, squawks 

LOUD, as if from a good-sized guiro

percussing the air about the pond.

A surprise of alligator and turtles

sunbathe on the bank,

when a lone anhinga rises up from the water

beak first, then snake of neck

to stretch its black wet wings in the sun

even while ducks and geese in the distance

coming in for a landing

on a river they imagined safe

are pop-popped with shot.

———–

It is the season for it all. 

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Resurrection fern shows up in its color of lack.

Some of us need the rain, some the bidding of sun, 

to spring out from the dark.

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Today I ask:  what summons me 

to emerge in fullness?  what can belong

along with? what song of praise

do I sing with my days?

— photos and poem by Amy Webb

New buds ready to burst with spring joy

Welcomed by the sun and warmth

” Just be in this moment,

be here right now,

we will help you out. “

Every day is perfect as it is.

— Photos and poem by Nancy L.