Refreshing Wind

Ruach gusted from the Creator's lips into soulless forms on the earth. Life billowed into flesh and gave significance to the carcasses. Darkness shattered the perfection of Eden. Creation turned from its direct connection to Pure Lifebreath and distracted itself in a clamor to gasp for its own survival. The earth staggered and suffered…

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One Sonray

I peered over the kitchen sink to check my herbs. Spider mites crawled over the remains of yesterday's sprouts. A few hardy gnats swarmed among the carcasses of their siblings, which I'd doused with organic weaponry two days before. I emptied the last of my seeds into the not-so-jiffy pots and…

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Gazing at the Bridge

Bridges draw my eyes up and across their magnificent structures. Age and wear tug at my slumbering imagination, inspiring me to wonder at a bridge's creation and years of shouldering live burdens toward safety. The builder invested careful engineering before setting the first stone at its foundation. Intense toil erected its magnificent path. The suffering laborer…

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Gotta Love Florida

A Florida sunset blazes across the horizon--our effortless version of the summer campfire. Temperatures hover near ninety degrees, and customer traffic doubled at the neighborhood pool store. Yesterday's evening breeze swept away the last remnants of spring. While Midwest residents continue salting icy walkways, we're dipping our toes into the next season.…

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Master Storyteller

A shimmering sari draped over the pulpit as the storyteller mesmerized her audience. She transported the listeners into a past era. A regal ballroom came alive. The mysterious sikh and his abrupt proposal wove enchantment and apprehension into the room's ambiance.Chivalrous adventures from childhood, tales of battlefront survival, and bittersweet love stories…

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What color is hope?

Sunshine honeys the rain-washed oaks. Clover patches huddle among blades of rye grass. The breeze whirls across varied shades of green, stirring the earth to behold the infinite blue marvel overhead. Jasmine blooms near the mailbox, drawing brilliant hummingbirds to visit my lawn. I search the landscape, but fail to pinpoint…

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Pie Crust Tins

I've made pie crust from scratch. Grandma's sour cream recipe complimented our fresh-picked cherry pie with divine bliss. I savor the memory of that incomparable pie.But since that yesteryear day of baking, I've come to prefer another. I don't craft an heirloom pastry when baking pies. My go-to crust shall ever…

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He is with me.

Light dribbles through the oak canopies to anoint my hair. I stroll through the neighborhood's heady jasmine fragrance, holding my chin high. My cheek-straining grin is not aimed at that magnificent evening sky. My eyes do not sparkle in awe of coral-striped cirrus or the swallows' aerial ballet.HE is with me. His…

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