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Aged

old weathered tree trunk fattened with age and season shattered stone beneath

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Journey to the West

Mountains cloaked in cloud Road stretched to the horizon Silence then thunder   Dark…alone…running Sailing a jet-black river Timeless history   Spring dust blocking sun Night shifts into muddy day Journey to the west  

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Walk in Peace

On March 19 of this year, Fred Phelps of the Westboro Baptist Church passed from this turning of the wheel to the next.  Passing away at 84, Phelps left behind a legacy of hate and divisiveness.  In some aspects, this

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Japanese Garden-Hermann Park, Houston Texas

I rarely do a second report on any of the locations presented here at the Retreat.  This is a special occasion.  While Hermann Park in Houston Texas was highlighted months ago because a Retreat member was moving to Houston, I

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Nutkin and Night Owls

Rain falls in the East, Flowers blooming pink and white. Nutkin grabs and runs.

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Celebrating Memory

Death is part of the cycle of nature.  Without death, there is no chance of rebirth and life becomes locked in stasis, unable to change and move on.  We as humans often overlook this fact and sink further into a

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The Face of the Divine

Many look for the face of the Holy and hope to find a visage similar to their own.  Religious iconography shows a multitude of different modes of the divine throughout history.  The path we walk sometimes dictates (not always by

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Standing in the Middle

There is an old expression that says “Weep for the Future”.  Why?  The future is mutable and unwritten.  While cause may follow effect, thousands of tiny variable and choices make it mystery from moment to moment.  Not so the past

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Weeping for the Past

World stretched thin, brittle- Held in the hands of Mother, Weeping for the past.

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