Simply Water - © Carol A. Hanson, 01-2008
Oh, how I love this glorious, gentle misty, rainy day
Each blade of grass, each flower stem and petal
Each branch, limb and trunk drink in each drop
Giving thanks with their beauty, strength, and glory
Giving back with oxygen for other life to breathe
Oh, how I love this glorious, pouring down rainy day
Rivers welcome each drop into their flow so that they may
Give thanks with the joyous sound of rushing water
Delivering the life-giving moisture out from their banks
Growing bountiful crops of vegetables, fruits and grains
Oh, how I love each and every dark, cloudy, rainy day
For I am a recipient of all life’s abundance produced with the
Gift of this most brilliant of creations –water beautiful water
Giving thanks each day with my love for Mother Earth & Father Sky
May I give back with the passion of each raindrop that is – simply water.
Ripples On A Pond
© Carol A. Hanson
From a Retreat 09-12-94
The pond is brilliant with ripples moving steadily
on their journey across to the other side.
*I find it is quite impossible to follow a single ripple
All the way from this side to the other.
*Perhaps because every ripple becomes the one it –
Follows, Again, again, again and again
*I contemplate these beautiful, lively, ripples and
See each as just one moment of my life within Life
*And just as I cannot follow a ripple across the pond
I cannot know how I shall reach the other side, or when.
*It seems that life, like each ripple, has no past, and no future,
simply this one amazing, precious, brilliant, moment of being.
*Thank you, my lovely, lovely, pond for teaching me,
That I can be only as perfect as this current moment.
Waves and Particles
© Carol A. Hanson 9/2/2014
>The ever changing arrangement of moments strung together by particles becoming waves is our life, our very being.
>The particles – Every tiny string and measurement of our DNA can now be traced back to the beginning.
>All the way back to Lucy, as scientists named her. No not Eve, but Lucy, a pre-historic skull.
>When shall we let go of the myth and fantasy that keeps us from growing, becoming ripe and full?
>And what about the rest of what we are? Do we even understand that we are made of sounds, images, non-material waves?
>Yes, these are what give us life, make us unique. No matter if we were made in test tubes or in caves.
>The waves have “lived” before. The waves “know” so much more. The waves do not die, they return a-gain.
>Evolving, feeling, growing, seeing, being, knowing, becoming, perhaps at some point of critical mass, a species truly humane.