Posted on by Cathy Edgett

Jimmy and Rosalyn

I continue to read about these two amazing people, Jimmy and Rosalyn Carter, who lived in Plains, Georgia and carried peace, human rights, and care-giving throughout the world and within their souls.  Imagine if Jimmy had won a second term, a man who wore a sweater rather than turning up the heat and put solar panels on the White House which were then removed by the next administration.  These two people were hard-working visionaries, and so we mourn her passing which will probably be soon followed by his.  

I woke from a dream this morning where I was in a small boat enjoying waves on either side of me, and then, everyone was in boats, too, enjoying the rise and fall of waves.  There is so much discord right now and yet with the cultivation of perception we can find and create a boat that fits the current waves of up and down.

This week is one of Thanksgiving and celebration where I live.  We each choose what that means to us as we gather together or choose solitude.  May we remember we share a planet, a sacred earth, where people like the Carters show us the way.

Doors are everywhere!
Berries for the winter birds
The fairies are here!
Offerings at hidden doors
I see the body of a jellyfish in a mushroom rising.
Whimsy amidst the trees
A Tiny Habitat!

Posted on by Cathy Edgett

Fall Light

Fog enveloped our home this morning, and like a letter still closed, I reveled in the peace of enclosure.  Now the sun slants in such a way I see wires across the way I never noticed before.  Light is such a powerful presence these days.

I read that turkeys are bred for slaughter, so even when the president pardons a turkey, the turkey dies soon after.  It seems a lose-lose for turkeys, though the ones who wander around our neighborhood seem to do fine with their constant  gobble-gobble as though you won’t catch me.  

Today I felt my breath taking a ride on the blood, as I suppose it always does but today I noticed and was reminded of what my brother said once about a “rodeo snail”.  I’m slowing for the holiday, grateful I’m not a turkey and grateful for the unity we come together to share.  I miss my mother, father, and brother even more this time of year, as though they are sliding closer on the increasing slant of light.  

Yesterday I was at the playground with my one year old grandson.  He loves to be pushed in a swing, and swooped down a slide.  Maybe that’s why I’m feeling sparkly and twinkly as I rise and fall in the majesty of unifying my being in the glorious play of shadow and light.