Monday, December 12, 2011
Practicing Mindfulness: Watching Family Movies
Friday, December 9, 2011
Practicing Mindfulness: Day Two
Psalm 115:12 NASB
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Mindfulness
From Psychology Today
The idea of being awake and aware in the very heartbeats of life is calling me. Right now, as I hear the fan blowing and the bird singing, I sense the light from the window to my right drawing me. It illuminates the room and beckons me to come outside, into the clearness of the day. Can I become this person, who is alive in the now-ness of life? I feel the presence of the Lord in this drawing, He who is ever mindful of us:
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Monday, November 7, 2011
Psalm 92
here in the North Georgia mountains ,
with the fog of early morning clinging to them,
refresh and renew me and I know it is all a gift from You,
evidence of Your ever-present love.
Thank You for eyes to see
You
this morning.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
The Joy of Late Summer Tomatoes
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Too Many "To Do's" - Saturday's Woes
Thursday, September 1, 2011
The Summer Day by Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down,
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
~ Mary Oliver ~
Monday, August 22, 2011
The Picnic
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Instrument of Peace - Prayer of St. Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury,pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Ecuador
We will soon be taking a trip to South America and our family is so excited. Packing bug spray, cameras and clothes for living at the equator is keeping us busy. Leaving in the jungle for awhile promises to be life changing. I think I'm most excited about experiencing all of this with three of my children and my husband.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
The Gathering
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Mornings in Alabama
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Watching
Monday, July 18, 2011
The Glad Life
“THE WORLD is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.”
Blessings to you, dear reader, today and always.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Sunday Joys
Monday, May 30, 2011
Prayer
God, you have prepared in peace the path I must follow today. Help me to walk straight on that path. If I speak, remove lies from my lips. If I am hungry, take away from me all complaint. If I have plenty, destroy pride in me. May I go through the day calling on you, you, O Lord, who know no other Lord. |
Ethiopian Prayer |
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
My Gift To You Today - My Favorite Poem
The Summer Day
Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?