Many voices of the Stream 1
I went to spend time with the Alders, today. In keeping with the theme of Autumn and with little encouragement from a breeze, they granted me a shower of leaves, as I approached, in a show of welcome to their…
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Spirit Medicine
“Old Clothes”, “Old Tools”
I’ve looked at the recent pictures my son took of me, for the event of my 60th birthday. In many of these photos, I witnessed a sadness, a stress, in my eyes. Or, so I thought it was. I put…
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The Dance
Witness the Dance in all of Nature, in all of Life. In honoring the Dance, so feel the Love that abounds in all. https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.354272368056552.1073741837.244806762336447&type=1
Choosing Self Healing and Spiritual Growth
For some time now, I’ve been looking forward to a time where I can really help people. I’ve been wanting to get to a place where I can do the most good. Often, I’ve asked the question, “what is it…
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Patient is the Moon
She is patient, the Moon, allowing the conversation in my head to march through, not unlike the exodus of clouds casting over, around Her, passing until, at last we sit seemingly alone She and I. Having our heart to heart…
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When you are ready to fly
When you are ready to fly,You will be like a Fledgling. As a Fledgling, You may falter,You may only be able to achieveshort distances, at a time. As a Fledgling,You know that you can fly,You know that you must. I…
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An Introduction
Good Morning,For those of you who have known me most of my life, and those who have known me for a bit shorter time, Welcome. You have all known me as a little “different”. I’m the guy who wanders off…
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Autumn Trees
Pause in your life,Make the time,Take the chance,To stand alone,In the breeze laden Woods,And watch the trees dance. Peter J Quandt
24/7 Church
I often enjoy starting my Sunday morning with a walk in the Woods. This morning, while I was out there, I was reminded of a conversation I had with one of my employees, several years ago.As a landscape contractor, I…
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Sun’s Rays
The Sun’s rays, Filtered by the ground mist, in the low lying areas, Shone much like those same rays, Shining through the window of a sacred Chapel. Peter J Quandt