Photo by Mark Tegethoff on Unsplash

The moon has moved from new, to full, and now into its waining… All the while my waistline has gone down and my heart filled up with
joy,
light,
healing,
peace,
and reverence for God —
my Source and Lord;
my Provider and Protector; my Healer and Truth;
my Peace and Light.
My everything!

All too soon Ramadan and its Last Ten Nights retreat will be over. And my life will resume its normal rhythm. I will return to my mountain cabin fuller, happier and more at peace with life and God.

Ramadan is always a blessing for me.

Thank You my Lord and God for it and for Your wondrous, constant presence in my insignificant but very happy life.

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A free-form poem of remembering

Moon-faced Primrose after the rain in the mountains of New Mexico, US — personal photo

Mama is gone these many years
Time has dried my many fears
Time has healed my many tears

Now Phainopepla¹ flight brings sweet memories
And hummingbird buzz recalls her laughter

Mama is gone these many years
But she lives still in my prayers,
In my life

¹ Phainopepla are glossy black (for males) or gray (for females) birds with red eyes that love mistletoe berries. In cooler weather they are common in the Sonoran Desert of Arizona in the US.

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Lisa Spray

Lisa Spray

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