Rev. JULIE CHAI, MDiv
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March 31, 2012 at 4:55 pm
In honor of Mother’s Day and Earth Day, I have asked 2 friends for their input on how we can love, honor and respect Mother Earth. I could not have said it better myself. Let’s start off with an amazingly beautiful poem. Changed By Life by James Kelderhouse. Trees, creeks, gardens, lakes, and bluffs,
November 28, 2011 at 1:27 am
An ode to you, asparagus, A friend suggested that I write – though Moon Dog doesn’t sell you, Deerings Market might. Of course you’re not as famous as that morel mushroom guy – which people hunt like diamonds underneath the cool spring sky. But this artist guy my sister knew, living in a
November 27, 2011 at 9:15 pm
What if we really knew that life is not about easy answers but how we live with the questions? That happiness is not the goal rather our ability to accept with compassion and equanimity all of our feelings? That the business of selling is not about how much we can scam from another but how
November 27, 2011 at 9:13 pm
When everything unfinished is ok (if only for a moment) I stop what I’m doing and step outside to notice the splendor of spring I rejoice When the morning sun reaches under the cedars and the wind off the lake is calm the gentle, rich fragrance of violets hangs in the air I breathe deeply
October 28, 2011 at 7:20 pm
When the sun kisses the trees and its getting harder to see A strange thing begins To happen to me Something swoops past my ear And arouses some fear Too fast for a bird At this time of night No flapping of wings Just a whoosh out of sight The bats are
October 28, 2011 at 7:03 pm
When spring is but a promise, I remember the color of green and feel the warmth of the sun reflected in the melting snow. I hear spring peepers and imagine tadpoles abundant on the grassy edges of our pond. When the last snow falls (is it the last?) I welcome back the robins
October 4, 2011 at 4:16 pm
From the slaughter house floor to the industry of war Is it just the price we pay for a burger and gas? We always tell the kids that the choices we make And the actions we take have consequences. Yet we shield them from seeing or hearing the consequences of our collective choices.
September 27, 2011 at 3:23 pm
Voices from our pond so clear mingle with melting snow. Promises of life so dear in spring begin to grow. Tadpoles, horsetails, mint and willow call out in nature’s chant. Sacred sounds that resonate and in my heart still dance. From Walden Pond to my back yard, from the heart of God to mine. I
