The places and practices I visit for my spiritual replenishment.
Oddity Specimen A In my sleeping quarters under the house. ******sniff***** What. Is. THAT ????? A growl builds in my throat, escapes as a warning bark. I stand over the Oddity: bark Bark BaRk BARK BARK ... until Frauchen points out ... it's okay, it won't hurt us. The rain brings out the Oddities from… Continue reading Oddities
The spiritual seagull Recently I had the opportunity to read this oldie-but-goodie again. A short read, it's a little snapshot of pure inspiration. There is an equal amount of photography (by Russell Munson) in it as there is text (by Richard Bach), and the photos amplify the story beautifully. It's been a long time since… Continue reading “Jonathon Livingstone Seagull”
Walking through a flutter* of butterflies hovering daintily in my path. All of a sudden brown wings fill my vision: a butterfly has flown straight into my Third Eye! What is the karmic, cosmic effect of that? Disclaimer: No butterflies were harmed in the making of this poem post: the butterfly flew away to join… Continue reading The Butterfly Effect?
Okay ... it's a tennis ball in the picture ... have you ever wondered what causes hail? Hail the size of golf balls! Our little town made the statewide news. Video footage courtesy one of our locals. I missed it, of course. I was swimming in the city when the storm came through. Apparently our… Continue reading Hail
Almost a year ago I minded two cats in a house with a 'catio' (the cross between a 'patio' and a 'cat area'): a netted yard providing outside-time within a contained area. This allowed the two fur-babies full range to indoor company while allowing equal range to the elements: dozing on the grass and soaking… Continue reading Catio
Beach. Sun. Sand. The endless ocean, rolling in waves, soothing waters, spraying white foam in the breakers. It's grounding, this dip in the sea. It restores my equilibrium, internally and externally. I feel re-set and ready for anything. The heat of the sun, the smell of hot sand and the taste of sea salt remind… Continue reading Beach
Spring has sprung Australia is in the middle of spring. After the physical darkness of winter the spring winds are rejuvenating. They promise excitement: activity after cold months of dormancy, huddled in front of a heater. They speak of new lands and invite travel - out into the garden no longer frosted over in the… Continue reading Spring Clean
"Grief Songs" I picked up this book to review because its premise sounded interesting. It's one of a rare variety: a book I couldn't get into. The content itself is fine. However, the clunky layout and the inconsistent formatting was a real block for me. There's always a decision when reviewing a book that I… Continue reading Reedsy Review: “Grief Songs”
The effortless beauty of a flower. Red on green. Delicate. Translucent where the sun shines through. Joy is held within the flower. Joy is held within the plant. Joy is felt within the heart of the onlooker. The effortless beauty of a flower.
The Four Seasons by Yehouda Chaki, 1988 June ushers in winter in Australia. In Germany, seasons do not start on the first day of the month as they do in Australia; rather, they start on the 23rd of the month. Why, I hear you ask? Ponder that as you read through this article. The shortest… Continue reading Personal Seasons
Annabel Harz: Author and Artist 