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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, April 21, 2017


It all happens where you don't see it.

Nobody does.

The synthesis,

in the dark,
behind closed doors

only without you
is it visible!

isn't that a paradox?!

who then can see,
but Itself?

there are no complicated steps
that will get there

every complicated step but leads away,
deeper and deeper,
into complication,
nets, webs,
internets! ha!

nets within nets
within nets,
strands and strands
and strands and strands...

looking at "microbes"
through a tiny scope

such clumsy instruments
to measure the Eternal,
the Invisible,
the Immeasurable.

how many numbers
will it take to find God's address?
ho ho ho!

how many streets?
how many stairways
to "heaven"?

just one more
says the voice,

just one more
one more fix...
one more lie...

the cliff
will do

open windows

After being locked up for years
she decided she would open the windows wide
at night,

open them all the way,

to invite the burglars,
the desperate,
the needy one
to enter.

She even put a ladder to the window
and a sign

"solicitors please come in",
"all welcome".

At first it was a stray kitten
who found its way
into her bed
on top of the covers
and into her heart.

Then it was a small boy
who was lost,
abandoned by a mother
who needed her drugs
more than a son,

a peddlar,
tired of the road,
weary of all the "no's",

a young girl,
pregnant by her father,

a lion tamer
who could no longer
scare the hell
out of wild beasts,

a banker who invested his soul
in the black hole account,

the manless maiden,
haunted by the fugitive man,

a roller coaster,
that lost it's bearings
when it found the straight and narrow...

even a pear tree
began to grow
after seeds and soil and rain water
blew in during a storm
that lasted seven days
and seven raging, flashing nights...

when still she kept
the window open.

She didn't want to close out the stars
ever again,
nor the worms,
nor the beggars,
who were so clear
they wanted her Heart.

She needed every single visitor,
large and small,
to come
and call
on her Heart.

Thursday, April 6, 2017


There are tortoises
who love to lay in the sun
on a rock,
all day
by the water.

There are bees
who hover all day in hundreds of flowers.

There are sofa cushions to hold
from sun up to sun down,
and jet sets, jet seats
faster than sound!

There are five droplets
that go this way
and ten that go that,

and one
in a way never before
and never again,

without concepts,

On Jealousy and Self Hatred

if I was her
then who would be me?

who would write my poems,
paint my paintings?

would i really wish death
on this tulip?

God, you made a mistake;
you did it wrong.

would you really rip away that life?




In perfect stillness,
in timelessness,
without a past,
without a future,
without other,

look again
at that tulip?

Look very closely
at each cell,
each cheek,
each curve,
every nuance of rose...

TOUCH her.

Inhale her.

the indescribable,

is she not the perfect queen?

Tuesday, April 4, 2017


What I love about trees:
deep calm,
no fixed position

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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