This magnificent elephant cedar graces the entrance of Richmond Beach Congregational Church, United Church of Christ in Shoreline, WA, a community a little north of Seattle, USA.
The quote is from the book, Women Who Run With the Wolves pg. 293. If you are unfamiliar with it, you will be fortunate indeed, to pick it up. I can meditate for an hour on one paragraph on one page.
Spirituality Without Borders: Reflections on Spiritual Practice 
The sentiment behind your post has been very aptly put forward. I really like your post . Nice work 🙂
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Its a heart touching picure . I need more and more people to tell me what they feel about it 🙂
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I am happy the photo -journal spoke to you. Thank you for visiting SWB. I look forward to spending time with your photo.
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I couldn’t agree more on “Women who Run with Wolves”. I read that book in my early twenties and really feel it was one of those life changing books, I am so gladI came across it when I was young. I have suggested so many others read it, but now I am reminded I need to revisit it . Thank you! (Again) 😉
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I get Clarissa ‘s posts on FB, Amy. They are so refreshing. She always greets us with, “Dear Brave Souls, ” I’m glad for the joy she brought us today.
Rita
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Love this book!!
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So do I. You may enjoy Clarissa’s posts on FB. They are delightful. Thanks for visiting!
On Mon, Jun 23, 2014 at 5:01 PM, Spirituality Without Borders: Reflections
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How beautiful, Rita. Thanks for sharing it. I’m just now reading over emails that piled up while I was with my sisters and then the time when I was getting my energy back after visiting with my sister. And yes, that was an opportunity for both seeing aging in them as well as impatience at times in me–and then also seeing the aging in me.
I very much appreciate your choices of poetry–I love it, but don’t have so much familiarity with so many poets as you–I am grateful for you and other friends who are well read.
Take care, Love, Polly Janet leaves from Minnesota on Sunday to fly back to Guatemala. I am able to let her go–obviously it is not up to me–but my spirit feels more ready to let her go.
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