Celtic harp, Bill Klein Excerpt, Psalm 89, Laurie Klein
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Butterfly Riff #2:
Six jointed legs, fine as an eyelash, taste with their feet, prick the skin of the wrist, hunting sweetness.
You forget how old your open hand looks, how lined with stories, can only marvel that you’ve been sampled, tattooed by wonder.
And so you welcome the sting of Beauty: wild, arresting. Evanescent.
I will show them my wonders . . . (Micah 7:15)
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Bite, or Flight? 4 Gifts of Attentiveness
Ah, the siren call of the backyard rhododendron. Thick leaves gleam in the morning sun. I grab my camera, wedge my feet into black garden clogs, and squelch across lawn still bright with dew.
To my squeamish delight, this weird little bug appears, bright as a split lemon.
Will it bite? Does it fly?
I snap shot after shot, serenely transfixed. Spider or bug? What is it?
Two words swim up: Pay Attention. An order. A plea. A guiding phrase.
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How to Listen for Hints of the Hidden Duet
Unforgettable. Thanks to technology, Nat King Cole and daughter Natalie croon in duet—after his death. Across time and uncrossable space, two singular voices harmonize.
Might there be a hidden message for us?
Can I be honest? Out of shape and out of sorts, I’m edgy tonight. Worn down by the day’s relentless details. Dreading tomorrow. I’d sing, but I’m too busy whistling in the dark.