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Archive for April, 2011

The Blue Ridge

Check out the Seussian-looking fire tower on the hill!

Hover your cursor over the photos to see place names and elevations.

Place of Resurrection

“Let your feet follow your heart until you find your place of resurrection.”

This Celtic saying reflects the importance of pilgrimage as a spiritual practice in the Celtic tradition.

At the holy well of St. Brigid in Kildare, Ireland.

Why “place of resurrection?” During  pilgrimage we leave behind our usual ways, our comforts, as we step into the unknown. Resurrection is about the trust we have that our steps will be led by the ever-unfolding presence of guidance in our lives – that which brings us hope, healing, renewal, liberation, transformation, rebirth – whatever we choose to call it: God or Goddess, cosmic serendipity, Tao, flow, Christ consciousness, emergence, the Universe.

Celtic monks sought their places of resurrection in this world, journeying to find the place where they could best fulfill their mission. Many of us are wanderers in this way – spiritually if not physically. We follow our hearts to best discern where we can serve, and how we can bring the spirit of resurrection to others.

Feel free to share your pilgrimage and resurrection stories.



Textures and Lines

Textures and lines.

Taken on a rainy North Carolina day (yesterday)

Today ~ Country Life, City Life

Today we walked the back 26 acres, and then visited the city.

Photo of the gardens and the back of the cottage:


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From the country to the city: reflections in a window:

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Time warp into Spring

The weather today was sunny and 82 degrees, but because of breezes and low humidity, it did not feel hot.

The cottage in western North Carolina ~

Trillium photo I took today in the Pisgah Forest ~

Today as I hiked the forest trail, the only sound was birdsong and the rush of water in small falls and rivulets down the mountainside. The new green of Spring glowed in the treetops, and tiny yellow, purple, and white blossoms opened in cracks and crevices, by stumps and rocks.

Huge old-growth trees towered overhead.

I sensed that inner expansiveness that arrives when I am reminded of my place as part of a wider, wilder world.

Floyd Full Moon on Palm Sunday

The full moon tonight. Are you able to feel its pull?

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They laughed, while I cried.

Mighty powerful onions!