Native American Spirituality

[Tommi]

I love all living earthly /earthy things (without a beating heart), even weeds. (Exception. Crabgrass creeping under the fence into my manicured Marathon III. There goes the neighborhood

[Sachita]

Originally Posted by Tommi

I love all living earthly /earthy things (without a beating heart), even weeds. (Exception. Crabgrass creeping under the fence into my manicured Marathon III. There goes the neighborhood

Last week J and I were walking on an old farm road on the land here at the farm. From the creek flooding and all the storms we had so many trees fallen, broken, tossed around. at first I was sad about it, its such a mess and then I thought about how many animals had shelter from this awful winter. The Goddess/Mother Earth works in mysterious ways and sometimes we forget that,

[Tommi]

Originally Posted by Sachita

Last week J and I were walking on an old farm road on the land here at the farm. From the creek flooding and all the storms we had so many trees fallen, broken, tossed around. at first I was sad about it, its such a mess and then I thought about how many animals had shelter from this awful winter. The Goddess/Mother Earth works in mysterious ways and sometimes we forget that,

Swweeeet post Sachita.

The Daily Om Link is here.

Yes, and if we just could be as moved by the beauty of it all.I am always in awe when we go through a wildfire burn area and see life in the ashes, burned trees, and ground cover that is black to grey, piled aside by burrowing creatures that came back. Birds sitting on dead branches still sing a song.

I am still in awe of every drop of water, especially since we get ours from the Colorado river, and are just a few miles from the Pacific ocean

[Spirit Dancer]

It’s simple things, like a glowing sunset, the sound of a running stream
or the fresh smell in a meadow that cause us to pause and marvel
at the wonder of life, to contemplate its meaning and significance.
Who can hold an autumn leaf in their hand, or sift the warm white sand
on the beach, and not wonder at the Creator of it all?

Wendy Moore