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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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Monday, January 25, 2016

the cajun islands

the cajun islands
screamed for their mother
as they sank below
the surface of the water,
afraid to lose the one and only

yet once under the water,
a world of flow,
of quiet,
a whole new vision,
surprises never seen
nor dreamt of

below the air
was not suffocation, no,

they melted,
the little grains didn't mind at all,

no hot burning sun,
free to move around now
with ease
and grace
as the water carried them...

Sunday, January 24, 2016


Life wound her way
through every crevice,
every crack,
every block of steel

there was nothing
that could hold back

She exploded in a symphony
of shapes,
even decimals,
and particles

but no one
could ever
break her
into parts!

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Is there really an elephant?

is it true?

is there really an elephant in the room?


or is it just a tiny mad idea,
not even an ant?

nothing at all

the horror show gone

no, love,
the mayhem,
the riots,
the AK 47's
are not (dangerous)

the turkey farm
was merely a joke

where ever red may fall,
where ever blue may strew,
where ever orange may land
and yellow bounce...

nothing to stew over

can anyone ever be
his tracks in the snow?

confusion is not a crime

confusion is an invitation
to compassion
and clarity

every fear,
an invitation to give,
an explicit direction
to look it straight in the eye

the very thing I fear the most
is my invitation
to Heaven

Stay in touch.

She is
but your own hand.

She is but waiting
for your kiss.

The elephant in the room
was just to get your

Monday, January 18, 2016


before you had leaves of green,
and I had eyes of gold...

before the jay was blue
and the night was dark,

before your first breath,

w-here did it all come from?

what exquisiteness
is it all made from?

can you believe
how magical (image-ical)
this all is/isn't?



not lasting even for an instant,

can you really measure a thought
when you don't even have any proof
that it ever existed?

thought is not the enemy

thought is not the enemy

thought can be inspired,
life changing



can give you direction

can carry you through storm and strife

can point you home

can serenade you

can be brilliant

can reflect your true nature

can drip heavy with tears of compassion

can humble you

can bless and heal

can create an entire universe....

but never does it have the power to harm...

the enemy

all thoughts are harmless

only you
can pretend
to give them a power
that they do not have

Now that
is powerful

Saturday, January 16, 2016

very good

and on the seventh day
he looked on it
and it was very, very good

aside from what you are believing
and thinking
are you ok?

O yes!
ode to Joy!
His Eminence,
the Sea of Cardamon,
the sweet nectar,

even a drop of this nectar
is enough
to cure all ills (illusions)

no fear can stand
in the midst of such harmony

no hand to hold
all forms melt

this Eternal Daylight

without "your thought",
no duplicity,
no suspicion of ill will

the wayward children,
all Home

we see everyone
is on the Way Home

lipstick on the face
of a whore,
but a prop,
an aid in my Homecoming

O child,
O child,
O child,
how can anything possibly
degrade the Purity
you are?

Friday, January 15, 2016


without "addition"

the grass is here
on this side of the fence!

i am
the green blade of grass

i am
the juice

i am
the wonder

i am
the growth
the strength
the flexibility

i am
the fertile soil

i am
the rain drop

i am
the breeze,
the warm sun
on my face

i am
the bird calls

tis I
tis I
tis I

right here,
every bit of it

there is
no other side
of the fence

Thursday, January 14, 2016

without addition

for thine is the Kingdom,
and the Power,
and the Glory

prior to name/thought/label,
the veil of names

prior to "addition"
and "subtraction"

don't know,
nothing to know

no mind,
no "time", past, present or future

just happening (or not)
without a past...
how would you know...
where is your proof?

no reason to move,
no reason not to move,
just moved,
all equal,
no order of difficulty

prior to the thought: "addition is possible",
(and subtraction is possible)

no fear

you can't be better (in this moment)

no future is needed

I see how my happiness is actually
in being nothing at all,
perfect completely as is,
no "self" consciousness,
no wants,
no resistance,
no idea,
not two,
so fine

no need to crow from the rooftops
to gain attention,
to be heard,
to "wake others up",
to take credit

without any thought--
it's only a thought that would say
"i"/it needs more,
it is something,
will lose,
is not enough

I need less.
I need nothing at all in this moment
feels far truer.
I need nothing at all to be different.

without that thought (addition is possible),
so blessed
and a blessing
to myself!


Tuesday, January 12, 2016


she entered the phone booth,
and dialed the number,

she held the phone
close to her ear,
closed her eyes
and listened...
and listened...
and listened...

it was the most important
phone call she had all day


there are highlights
in your life
that want to appear

there are cracks and breakings,
the looseness
is already un-raveled

right now


without your judgments

reality is bright
and untarnished

love is

"to the illumined mind
the whole world burns
and sparkles with light"

Sunday, January 10, 2016

standing on the ceiling

stuck in a groove

it takes a bit of a jolt
to oust out of a groove

or does it?

is it possible
the mud sides of the groove
simply melt

like candle wax
turning to liquid


what if you stood on the ceiling
and saw the view from upside on the down?

what if you saw the bottom of the car,
the foundation of the house
under the ground?

what if all that was visible
no longer was,
and all that was previously out of sight
was now in your face?

what if you were sitting
smack dab in the center
of your neighbor's heart
and you saw it all from there?

what if pelican eyes were yours?
the sky your native ground?

what if the prison had no roof,
the groove no sides,
and your neighbor is yourself...?

what if there is
no other country?

Welcome Home, Love,
welcome home

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Thank you

"how do I know you will pay me?"
the little boy asked his mom

at the time
she could not answer

she was devastated
he did not "trust" her

tonight she went went back,
she asked herself what she thought
she would have if he trusted her

and she saw it was all about her
and how she missed completely
this little boy in that moment

she couldn't even hear the question

tonight she met the little boy for the first time
and she saw herself:
"how do I know I will be paid,
be provided for?"

and she heard Katie,
in this moment
all that is,
all that you have

just notice
how abundant,
more than you can possibly use
(six cups on the kitchen counter)
six times as many cups as I could possibly use,
not to mention the ones in the cupboard

So so so much  more than I need,
and i notice the future is  now, now, now...
overflow overflow overflow

even one human being...
how much gratitude is enough for a human being...
just one

everything's breathing
like a giant accordion

regardless of what you are thinking
or where your attention is

seven billion hearts
no matter what you say, do or think

trees, too,

have you noticed how well things are going?

"a grateful heart, a garden is"--
gratitude, the soil

the baseline,
breathes new life
into that worn and spent image

gratitude flowers
where only dust was seen

out of "nowhere"
gratitude streams

the emaciated smiles,
the ripe tomatoes
fall plump and juicy
off the vine

is there anything in your world
right now
you have not given thanks for?

the desert but waits
your gratitude

the spring
truly is within

how do I know I will be paid?
oh oh oh
it's everywhere! everywhere! everywhere!



thank you, son


is all about
I'm not doing it,
I'm not living it.

What is it I want to do
and am afraid of doing?

What is holding me back?

I should be more disciplined.
Is it true?

No. I live by inspiration.

If I was not inspired to do it,
I was not supposed to.

Maybe you don't really want to do it,
don't really value it.

You simply weren't inspired.
You obviously shouldn't be doing it,
because you are not.

You should not be like her.
You are a different bird,
a different color, sweetheart.

Just think if all the birds were parrots,
all green
with identical markings,
voice, and activity.

For heaven's sake!
wouldn't we all be missing out
on the crows, ravens, seagulls,
hawks, turkeys, starlings, doves,
geese, ostriches, robins, bluebirds,
blue jays, canaries, thrushes,
sparrows, and eagles,
just to name a few?

You are not supposed to be,
do, think, act, feel, or live
like anyone else
for one moment.

You are the only one of your kind.

sing your song!

About Me

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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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