I settled into my meditation on the dock this morning, luxuriating in black bird twitters and the flash of red wings. The sun on my back thawed my winterized bones. Ahh, how good to be alone with the divine… until the holy muse quietly morphed into a magnificent Great Blue Heron holding vigil in the water lilies. Her faithful practice spoke to me,”Stand still. Watch and wait. Your authentic self will catch up with you.”
Spirituality Without Borders: Reflections on Spiritual Practice 
Yes! Such lovely imagery!
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You would have enjoyed it so much, Polly! Thanks for visiting.
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Oh Rita, thank you, I love the image of the Great Blue Heron holding vigil in the receding tide.
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And may we age as regally as the heron!
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That’s beautiful Rita and thanks for the follow. Anita.
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