Walk in the Woods

Early spring in the deep sanctuary of the forest.
A shade of green only seen in March.
Tiny blossoms, towering trees.
Quiet whispers of 50 hikers who walk softly on sacred ground.
I will remember this day.

Hope-Love

"You don't have to invent it, or buy it, or borrow it, or steal it from a saint. You have already got it. It is in you, but it is covered so thickly that you don't suspect that your very nature is love, your very essence is kindness."

---Eknath Easwaran

Dallas Arboretum

If I were a poet, perhaps I could think of some words.

I'm not.

I can't.

It was simply too beautiful for words.

Will you be my friend?

I got all caught up in this Facebook thing and I'm beginning to see how we are all woven together in a million little threads. Ying in Seattle has a whole list of friends, and they have friends who have friends, and I'm a friend of Ying's, so her friends are my friends and my friends are her friends, and don't you see? If we continue that way, it's only logical that there is a tiny village in Africa and someone there is my friend.

Stop, Look, Listen

Sometimes it's better if I stop a moment...

and look at life from another perspective.

Valentines

Quiet and simple

or wild and crazy...

...

Happy Valentines Day!

...

You are loved.

Juarez Amor

We go to Juarez to build small, simple houses for families who have little.

She giggles and dances.

She hammers and saws.

She puts her hands in the wet concrete.

Together we build a house.

She steals our hearts.