Speaking of Spirit

  During these days of upheaval, turmoil and fear, we need more than ever a strong core - physically, mentally and spiritually.  When we are in balance, when our "core strength" is strong, we are better able to deal with whatever problems arise before us.  I was recently honored to be a guest on my daughter's podcast talking about this.  I pray that as you listen, you will find something that will inspire, inform or enlighten you.  Blessings to all. (Click the link below to listen to Strengthening Your Spiritual Health: The One Percent Better Show) https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/episode-141-strengthening-your-spiritual-health/id1455731748?i=1000552064697

Long ago, I was taught about mindfulness - to be aware of what is around me, who is with me, the sounds, the smells and the feelings of things and my response to them. Being "in the moment" is not a state of being that I can maintain always, but I am getting better at being there more often.    Sitting on the patio on a cold, clear, sunny morning, I was mindful of the perfection of that moment in time. Tears of gratitude ran down my cheeks.  Not more than a few minutes later, I read about the fear of war halfway around the world. My spirit instantly filled with the panic my students feel, who still have family and loved ones in harms way. My heart ached for those who I know and love who are military members and their families, now facing the greatest anxiety humans face. My mind raced as I tried to make sense of why humans cannot see that aggression, oppression, greed, and thirst for power is not only wrong, they are deadly - not just to the victims, but to those who perpetra

  My mother introduced me to the work of Flavia Weedn, an artist and philosopher, who touched the lives of more people that I am sure she ever realized. I have from time to time, given gifts with her quotes on them to loved ones.  Therefore, on this special day - the natal anniversary of my dear friend and soul-sister, Hannah - I decided to combine my photography with the words of Flavia. This is the first time I ever read the entire quote from her work. When I took in the words this morning, sitting at my desk in the corner of the kitchen, looking out at the birds feasting on suet and seeds while the sky turned the gentle blue of morning, I knew this would be my gift to Hannah this year. Hannah and I met as mothers with children in the same school. We shared the fears mothers know and the joys. We have drunk countless cups of tea together, talking in whispers, eyes sparkling with joy and love. We accepted each other with that unconditional acceptance that devoted friends give each oth