delight
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Let Go. Let Go. Let Go.
Part 1 "What will you takefrom our time together?"asked the therapist,as he always didwhen drawing a session to a close. "That I can continueto let things be what they are,to release,to relinquish control. Let go.Let go.Let go." Part 2 What… Continue reading
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Snow, Glorious Snow!
It's snowing here in Denver. Those of you elsewhere in the country may not realize how unusual this is. It's been a very dry winter. Today we are finally having our first significant snowfall of the season, and long overdue. Longtime… Continue reading
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For Me
My poems,my photographs–they live for me, to please me, to nurture me, to move me. Through them,I journey onward. Or, perhaps,they manifest for their own sake. Or, perhaps,for God's. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries.… Continue reading
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The Castle
St. Teresa,Avilan mystic,mystery see-er,observer of God's loftiest grandeurand tiniest marvels,explains that my soulstands as a vast castle,a many-roomed mansion,an extraordinary, multi-storied highrise,gilded and jeweled. Given that–in the marvelously graced mindof this, our outwardly simple sister–my soulholds the essence of my… Continue reading
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Pick Four
Pick four spiritual qualities or life attributesthat you highly value, for example:peace, wonder, love and delightor hope, compassion, joy and contentment.Write these down. Now combine these four qualitiesinto a simple prayer/intention for yourself:"May I know peace, wonder, love and delight."Repeat this many times in the… Continue reading
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Playing with God
When I write poemsI play with God.We race our bikes on gravel roads,stop to grieve for flattened caterpillars,marvel at Queen Anne's Lace,curl back the corners of bursting milkweed pods,watch their thousand filaments float on to raise new families, to inspire new… Continue reading
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Dawn in the Garden of Eden
"My first morning," she says,mostly to herself,mostly to hear her voice again. The rain has stopped.She inhales:so many scents!She can't yet sort them out,but soon she will–animal musk,wet soil,apple blossoms,her own skin… She grins with pleasure,and doing so,startles herself–her first… Continue reading