Enjoy photos and reflections from our spring silent retreat.
Sermon
Jack in the pulpit erect charismastic preaches to his mayflower congregation
they why? umbrella their charm
— Muriel S. Lipp |
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Growing Within the Cracks
Soft, touchable, textured moss and fuzzy leaves growing in the cracks on the stone patio… even violets and periwinkle blooming as if all the world is theirs in which to become who they are… to bloom and give their share for Nature’s feast: nectar and pollen for honey, beauty for me…
Their tender beauty touches me deeply. Does my gentle touch stir anything in them?
— Nancy Lawrence
[There is no word for "weeds" in native American languages; all belong, have a place.] |
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Photos by David Novello and Keith Seat
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