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2 weeks ago

Mary Pipher
Last night Jim and I went kayaking on Holmes Lake. The lake was as smooth as glass. It reflected the green trees of the park and the soft white clouds. We paddled over to the creamy yellow lotuses. Blue herons flew over us and a mother duck with four babies swam by. We watched the big red sun slowly drop below the dam.I thought about how lucky I was and how happy I am, except for all the troubles in the world. But, of course, the troubles are all in me. It’s impossible in 2024 to forget the pain and turmoil around us. That is why it feels so healing to take breaks and to gently float in calm waters under a soft blue sky. ... See MoreSee Less
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1 month ago

Mary Pipher
Summer mornings I drink my coffee outside. Lately, I have been entertained by a brown thrasher who sits in the juniper tree above me. He sings for the joy of the morning. His song changes constantly almost as if he is showing off his vocal range. As the sun rises, his music provides me with a private symphony.The thrasher was my mother’s favorite bird. She loved them for their beautiful russet color. Some mornings, when I am low, I like to think that my mother has sent this bird to cheer me up and to remind me I am loved. ... See MoreSee Less
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2 months ago

Mary Pipher
An almost full moon rose above Holmes Lake last night at dusk. For a while it looked like a huge golden egg resting in the branches of our white pine. Most of the birds had settled in for the night, but the meadow lark sang from the green fields beyond our fence and the dove called out her mournful cry. For a few blessed moments, the world seemed to be at peace. ... See MoreSee Less
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3 months ago

Mary Pipher
I awoke this morning to a silver satin sky with lines of wavy clouds covering the rain-soaked green land below. In the east I could see rain falling and streaks of curvy cloud-to-cloud lightning. In the south the sky was blue with cumulus clouds that reflected in the small sea of a puddle on my driveway. The mourning dove called out its mournful cry. The robins answered, “Be joyful. Be joyful.” ... See MoreSee Less
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3 months ago

Mary Pipher
I awoke this morning to a silver satin sky with lines of wavy clouds covering the rain-soaked green land below. In the east, I could see rain falling and streaks of curvy cloud-to-cloud lightning. In the south the sky was blue with cumulus clouds that reflected in the small sea of a puddle on my driveway. The mourning dove called out its mournful cry. The robins answered, “Be joyful. Be joyful.” ... See MoreSee Less
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