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Hi! Welcome to the Joy of Miracles.

To write is to uncover, to unhide, to bring to light, and express what is within. To share is the end of all private thoughts, all shame, all guilt, all pain and separation. Here is all Joy found at last! Writing helps us to repeat, focus, choose, and remember ideas. The purpose of this writing is healing for all of us.

This blog is inspired by "A Course in Miracles"and The Work of Byron Katie. You are invited to share your comments by clicking on the word "comment" at the end of each post. If you scroll way down there's a little info about me and also an archive of past writing you can view by clicking on the title. Thanks so much for visiting...

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Friday, January 31, 2014

without a name

without a name,
a label,
no thing can be compared

no thing
higher or lower
less or more
good or bad

without a name
what is "death"?
and "birth"?

can you find a difference
in this passage,
this transition?

a new dream for each...

isn't an ending
a beginning?

jumped the gun

jumped the gun,
jumped to conclusion

prior to the bang! 
prior to any of it...

mind made up a movie
that never happened

and reacted to it
as if it did

"i am in danger"
and never was
 it so

intimacy with this moment

intimacy with this moment

oh to be
the concert hall

to feel
the vibrations

(stay here
feel it...)

oh winged one,
to be the sky

flapping wings
rise and fall
sets off currents
in nose now

oh divine stillness,
concert master baton...
invisible designs

what is it
to hold such
explosion of sound?

big bang!

oh  oh oh
divinity of "human voice"

oh to be the
Concert Hall!

how can anyone ever
find fault with this?

with this

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Tramp on!

without reasons why not...
shouldn't haves,
demands, commands, requirements, i knows...

who told you?

before someone told you,
before you told you,
before you believed it
and got stuck there...

breeze blows through

fresh air

slats and gaps,
to move,
to turnaround
and see a different view

point of a pin,
so very many
to see from

not one can see the whole

the only thing it cannot see is itself

'til now
when i stop
looking outward
and see what comes to me,
is me,
no inside/outside

for words to come
for the images to show up,

not a catatonic place


not a flinch,
not one twitch,
or tick

the Roman Army can march through!
with all it's gleaming spears and armor
and bulging muscles,
the Trojan horse,
atomic bombs,
nuclear apocalypse,
biological warfare,
the end of time,
the end of space,
the end of everything--

just like
when you are asleep at night,
and not dreaming...

you are safe
and sound,
without one danger
to be found

sticks and stones can break my bones,
but names
can never
hurt me.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

no thing to fear

what's the flavor
of anger?

restfully watching
the dog arise,
the dragon
out of the ocean,
arise so big
and powerful...

full of itself,
hot air

to pounce,
and bat

such the dance,
of baseball...

the batter,
acutely focused...
is it quiet calm,
completely relaxed
as the tai chi master

watching her opponent
come into view

without anger
she sees the clumsiness,
the off balance,
on adrenaline,
gone mad...

no thing to fear

just compassion,
pure compassion
for the "oaf"

oh dear giant,
i see how tender

your heart

it is but Love,
only Love,
you desire
of this

impossible to see there from here

the duck
three feet away
has an entirely different world than i


she cannot see what i see
from here
it is impossible

be kind
to this brother,

who but speaks from where she

who speaks what
she truly sees

there is no other
she can speak of

the man in India,
the child on my knee,
Santa at the North Pole (this world DOES exist even though it may not be yours)

let the voice
one inch over there,
tell you
what it is like
from there
for her

and your world will expand
to include
it all


isn't it all 


this rhythm 
this tapping
on the "key's" 
stepping stones
in the creek

opening the juice bottle
circling circling the cap 
the "hand" ,
the other
comes to hold the bottle

take away 
these words

now bring them back exactly the same
without any meaning at all

and hear but the sounds
the vibration
the slurring into and pausing
and silence
and rinnngiingg
and where oh where do they come from?

can you find the place 
where these motions,
these sounds originate?

coming out of nothing,
out of no where

all unnameable seeming parts that aren't separate
swirling stepping standing falling
with music to accompany


no thing to know

Saturday, January 18, 2014


tell me, tell me oh!
what could be more beautiful that what is!
what could be more beautiful than the clear blue sky?
a rainy sky?
a thunder storm?
a gray fog?

a city with polluted skies? oh!
have you seen
the brilliant colors
the way it paints
in flourescents!

have you seen
how it calls to our hearts,
begs us
to pay attention,
to be mindful,
to ask ourselves
deep inside
how is this micro-action
of my life
or not
to my well being
and the well being of all of  my children?

have you seen the way a school shooting
takes us Home!
to  look at our deepest selves--
to examine what we are doing "wrong"

oh what! tell me what!
is possibly more beautiful
than the aluminum foil "lid"
on my "coffee cup"?
reflecting light in a thousand directions,
angles, shades, tints, tones, and waves!

in this instant
i am truly
brought to,
to tears
by the beauty i behold

oh Lovers,
of me,
oh Lovers
of old and young,
and the not yet to be experienced...

let This Instant
be known
to you

it is Here
to give you
to live you
to deliver to you
you could ever
possibly Want/Love...


Tuesday, January 14, 2014

happy birth day

" You are the Garden, friend,
and nothing yet has been named.
 Today is the first day of your life."  Jeff Foster


now is it,
the First,
the Only,
the Onely

brand new
beginning (without names)

"i do not know the thing i am,
what i am doing,
where i am going"...

no pain is possible (without labels)

only a story/"knowing'
can cause pain


garden of delight
e motion
swaying swaying swaying
swing ing ing
sing ing

opening  eyes
 for the very
 first time

no "thing" exists
without a label

no divider of 'this' and 'that'

so clear
so clean

no different from the rest,
trans-form-ing  (says it all...all but merges merges merges...)



entails all of "It"

appling has no existence
without  beholding

no beholding,
without appling

 no name sticks
or is possibly true

this sweet water air red ball arises from seed, tree, rain, sun...which is it?...gone now to be "me" as
it liquifies, dissolves
and joins bloodstream, Atlantic, salmon...
where does one name end and another begin...?

there is no edge...


opening eyes for the very first...

Monday, January 13, 2014



spacious mountain home
magnificent views

every face
every infant
from here

risen glaciers
sparkling in the sun,
the bottom of the iceberg
finally exposed
and but trickling away in
crystal clear droplets

pure sky,
not one unseen particle
to block the view
of You

plenty of room
for visitors,
no one turned away

The One True Lord
of All That Is
in This: exactly and only what is right in front of you

no thing,
but This

there is no where else to go,
no thing else to find

it couldn't be more obvious

seek no further--
there is no place else
to look

why turn away
from This,
from God,
away from this Life,
away from the only Joy that is to be known

This is Home.
To seek for Home
is but to leave it

Sunday, January 12, 2014

i, gift

She comes to me, the space,
with all her might
all her love
all her light

without a reason

Oh what a sweet little lamp!
that comes to visit

"i gift (you)" she is... without words
i gift...
i, gift

i, gift, says "the chair"
i, gift, says "the painting"
i, gift, says "the rug"
i, gift, says "my foot"
i, gift, says "the green foil wrapper tossing about in the wind, sun and snow", the plastic grocery bag dancing on air...

i, gift, says "the heater"
i, gift, says "the pane of glass"
i, gift, says "the sky"
i, gift, says "the fence, the tree, the roof, the house...."

on and on and goes...

the only Where i can look
is Gift

Friday, January 10, 2014


this one
rumticulated the sky

can you see it now,
the sillacious
no one else can see?!

a bird
where there isn't

a space, an emptiness,
only full
of mystery

surrounding wind curls
already "over",
but where are you now
when "that"
is your name?



everything or nothing

every thing or no thing,
perhaps they are the same

why argue
when the now is so ripe
for sledding?

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I have been a student of A Course in Miracles since 1986. It has helped me tremendously to be a happier person by helping me change my perception of everything. I have found writing to be very helpful in the process of practicing, experiencing, and living the ideas in the Course. In 2006 I started sharing inspiration from the Course with a friend. Now it is a joy to share it with everyone. In 2009, The Work of Byron Katie found me at a woman's group. The Work is a way to identify and question your stressfuI beliefs. I dove right in and in April 2013 became a Certified Facilitator of The Work of Byron Katie. I work with people privately and offer online classes. Please visit for more information. I also still occasionally lead the 11am Sunday Gathering at the Rocky Mountain Miracles Center in Denver. For more information


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