The Joy of a Song Sparrow, Compassion for Those that Labor

•February 22, 2012 • 4 Comments

I have a tendency to anthropomorphize God’s creatures (a quality I prefer to think of as endearing, rather than just plain crazy), but in bestowing “human” qualities on those that happen to wear fur or feathers rather then skin, or hop or fly or walk on four legs rather than two, I only add to my community and opportunities for communion.

You may be a dog or cat fan or hate both, you may be frightened by squirrels or birds, you may not care one whit for the plight of the tiger in India — but you cannot be without compassion, it is God’s commandment.

You do not have to love something or someone to have compassion, but you must Love. You must have Compassion. You must lend your strength, your power, your prayers, your labors to those that need them. To have Compassion is to invite Joy to come and stay and to live with you in the freedom and generosity of spirit that Compassion brings as its gift when you invite it to stay.

If you do not, you will never know the Joy of a Song Sparrow.

Joy is God’s greatest gift to us. How will you express your Joy today?


Creative Minds Need Space

•February 21, 2012 • 3 Comments

“A creative mind must be given the space to unfold. You cannot squeeze beauty or thought or motion from a creative mind by using the same pressure you use to squeeze juice from grapes. You cannot bottle creativity, put a stopper in it and then release when you desire it. It must be allowed the space to breath and to grow — wildly, willfully and unencumbered.” ~Kimberly Mason, Part-time  Self-Proclaimed Mystic

God our Creator, as I live and move and have my being, help me to see your power and beauty as you summon me into who you made me to be. Call me forth and change my heart, that I may serve you and love you and be grounded in you each day. Amen.

Compline, Compline, Compline and (yet again) Compline

•February 20, 2012 • 3 Comments

How is it true? How can we say the same prayers every day, the same words with little in variation? And yet — every day, every midday, evening and every night — how can it be? How can the prayers never fail to capture my heart, my imagination, my spirit?

When first I chose this photo and saying to accompany my thoughts, I wondered why. And then I really looked again. I really read it.

For me, today, the saying the Daily Office is a personal vow … one day it may (I hope and pray) become a formal vow before God. But for now, it sometimes seems more of a burden than the piece of a larger whole that it is meant to be.

But I must remind myself, the Daily Office is a transformative burden. A burden that, well borne, becomes Light.


Plant. Love. Sing. Laugh.

•February 3, 2012 • 2 Comments


So that your own heart
Will grow.

So God will think,

I got kin in that body!
I should start inviting that soul over
For coffee and

Because this is a food
Our starving world

Because that is the purest

~Hafiz, Sufi Master

The Meditation of Screaming Drunks

•January 27, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Chain You to My Body

•January 21, 2012 • 2 Comments

There is a comfort in knowing God. I know that there are some who don’t believe in God and who believe that the comfort we feel is the comfort of the weak and addle-headed.

Well, yes, there are believers in Christ who ARE weak and addle-headed — just as their are non-believers who are weak and addle-headed.

But to believe in the Something we cannot fully see, touch or feel — well, it seems a bit crazy. I know, I get that.

But it also takes a lot of strength. It takes courage. It takes dedication.

Think of Billy Graham, G.K. Chesterton, C.S. Lewis, Martin Luther King, and others like them … weak and addle-headed? No way, no how.

It takes strength to be a believer. But it’s not the kind of strength that allows you to take someone down with your words, to debate them into the ground and punish them with a verbal beating. That’s not how you lead your loved one to the Comfort of God.

If there someone that you love who doesn’t know God the way you know God, if there is someone you wish could feel His loving arms and comfort — don’t try and talk them into it. Love them, show them, BE for them what God is to you.

And if you must use words, sing.

A Constant Yearning

•January 18, 2012 • 3 Comments

We are buried in snow out here in Washington State. I’m very grateful for the fact that I don’t have to go anywhere to work but here, in my own warm home.

I rejoice in the snowfall because I so enjoy photographing the birds in the snow. It also warms my heart and gives me a motherly feeling of unity when I watch the birds at my feeder chowing down.

There was a raccoon on my front porch last night, raiding the feeders. I’m normally not a big fan of raccoons, but with the dumping of 18″ of snow, I couldn’t help but worry about him.

I made him an almond butter sandwich and set it out for him. I hope he enjoyed the meal!

Visit Outdoors blog I keep for The Chronicle, the newspaper I freelance for, to see more photos my beautiful backyard friends, hikes along the Nisqually Delta and fishing adventures, The (Almost) Daily Bird.

Much Love to you, my Friends!

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