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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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Saturday, July 22, 2017


Stiletto heels don't really make you taller.

Stature is always a thing of the past,
for you have to feel shorter than another--
less than your Self--
to want to fake it.

The grass doesn't long
to be a fence,
and yet bamboo seems
to be both.

It happens or it doesn't.

Roller skates are not square,
and boxes mostly aren't round.

Corners are perfect where they are,
and perfectly absent where they are not.

Just try to stack marbles!
(no wonder we are discontent
and tired)

No one needs stilettos
to spin the finest silk
the world has ever known.

i am
that I Am.

you, sir

you, Sir,
are you the costume you wear?

and the reply is always
"no, dear maid, no."

I haven't quite ever
turned into this suit of clothes
nor the hat upon my head,
nor the shoes--
though there are many--

nor the title--
not Mr. or Mrs. or Ms
or Dr. or sister

nor the paper upon my wall--
not even the one that says I
was "born".

what does it say
but some numbers
and names?

but who can name what
never was

without a clue?

on one's first breath?

upon "arrival"
and perhaps not even that,
for I haven't yet
any kind of hat.

perhaps not a thing
at all,
nor the space between,

perhaps the Unknown,
no mind can digest nor dissect,
not that, not that, not that

not that.

the maid

with bended hands did break
the brawn of morn
on breath's first take,

the moth of "savior"
in the closet,
the dust of ancient beliefs on the sill

'twas but the maid,
the lowest servant
who the Highest
in the lowest places

the cleaning lady,
after all,
turned out to be
the heroine,

a sparkling window,
to see,
to see!

Friday, July 14, 2017


Oh the relief! to appreciate.

What does a "soldier" mean to you?

Isn't it just a man (or woman),
a human being,
a body?

Or is it?
Are you that?
Then surely that IS what you see.

And what of the depth, the Limitless?

Does this one not need this journey,
this experience,

to burn alive--
to ask the deepest questions,
to be on the front lines--
to see the effects of his beliefs
and actions?

Perhaps he needs to see

to turn around.

Perhaps no teacher
but Life Itself
will do,
in this moment,
in this place,
for this one.

Would you prefer...
a delay
in her path?

Do you really claim
to know,
to have,
to offer,
a mightier path?

Love will out

Love will out,
for She never has aborted.

Only where you play
at binding Love
do you hurt.

What tremendous effort
it takes to fight.

Just watch Love
at your back
as you march to war,
enfolding you in Her Arms,
dear One,
and your "enemy", too.

Salt and peper
are both gifts.

Feel the gratitude.

Watch your Heart's door
swing wide open.

You can only pretend
you are not Love
for so long.

Love will out,
for She never
has aborted.

Still attached/One.
No isolation possible.

Monday, July 3, 2017

maiden voyage

maiden voyage

without past,
the cleanest air,
the clearest view

without a label,
forever maiden,
forever un-made

your "voice"
oh my darling

who cares the words
that of This
seem to shape?


Roll over, Beethoven.

Maiden Voyage.


have you ever heard such a beautiful sound?


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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