This morning’s meditation

Sitting in stillness 

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Summer’s Approaching 

​Languid summer days

Sweetly flavored ice on sticks 

The joys of childhood

Focus On Gratitude

I’m grateful for these:

Joyous children around me

Love’s capacity

Morning sunrise 

​Light exudes comfort 

Low slung Sun filtered through firs 

Glinting off the dew

When trust is damaged

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Gratitude

Grateful for two things:
Surrounded by my dear friends
The warmth of sunlight

Parent’s Day

There, in Korea

We celebrate our parents

Thankful carnations


From today’s Google’s Doodle: “Instead of devoting one special day to mothers and another to fathers, South Korea champions both on Parents’ Day, celebrated every year on May 8.

The holiday was first introduced in the 1930s as Mother’s Day, and it emphasized the importance of honoring one’s parents. In 1956, Mother’s Day became an annual holiday. Fathers eventually joined the party; in 1973, May 8 became Parents’ Day.

Red carnations, a symbol of love and gratitude, figure prominently in Parents’ Day festivities. On this jubilant day, families play games in Seoul Square, while stores and street vendors sell baskets of colorful carnations and carnation-themed novelty gifts. Children show their respect by pinning the flower — or paper facsimiles — above their parents’ hearts.

Today’s Doodle rings in Parents’ Day with this playful illustration showing children hard at work, creating red carnation decorations for their beloved mom and dad.”

An Oregon Memory 

Today I’m remembering  

Dreamy winters night’s 

Near the coast of Oregon 

A steady rain falling

Drinking coffee with friends 

Jazz plays from a small radio 

Voices of friends faded 

Some returned to dust 

This time so many ago 

Many rains have washed away

The memory dusty not gone

Libraries 

Betwix books & sunbeams 

Motes of dust glide like stars 

Drifting amongst dreams 

And the dreamers who dream