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When the Cactus Bloomed 🌺🤍🌒
A meditation on patience, perception, and quiet trust This morning nothing changed — and yet everything did. ✨ The cats wrestled in their usual tumble of fur and tail.The sitar and tabla hummed softly through the room.The rocking chair creaked… Continue reading
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When the Seed Does Not Bloom in Plain Sight 🌱✨
Lately I have been sitting with a quiet realization — one that feels both ancient and immediate. It began as a contemplation of the parable of the seeds:some falling on rocky ground,some on dry soil,some on fertile earth. But instead… Continue reading
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Ke-tu-rah 🌬️Life as Fragrance Now
Most people meet Keturah only as a footnote. Abraham’s other wife.After Sarah.After the covenant.After the drama. She’s treated like an appendix to a life already lived. But names tell the truth scripture often hides. Ke-tu-rah means incense.Fragrance.Smoke rising.Scent without form.… Continue reading
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Mythic Mondays, Vol. VI — The Waters of Memory
đź’§ “The soul remembers in ripples, not in words.” 🌙 The Stream Beneath All Things There is a river that runs beneath every myth — a current older than language, where memory is not recollection but resurrection.In Greek myth, the… Continue reading
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Exploring Morphic Fields: The Connection of Memory and Behavior
Morphic fields are energetic blueprints of memory and form that shape behavior, development, and even knowing—across time, space, and species. First introduced by biologist Rupert Sheldrake, morphic fields suggest that there’s a field of resonance around everything—from a single cell… Continue reading
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Healing Through Grief: Embracing Complicated Loss
The Call that Changed Everything… February 5, 2025 I looked over at the dining table.My heart dropped, and simultaneously began to race,as my youngest son’s voiceseemed to fade into silence.A silence replaced bya once-familiar ringtone —now strangely foreign.A ghost note.A… Continue reading
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A Grandfather’s Hands
“To the One Who Built with Love” You, whom I never met—and yet, you hold me.You carved not just wood,but a vessel of memory,a hearth for healing,a shrine for the unseen. In this sacred space, I feel you.In the hush… Continue reading
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