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Take a Walk With Me…The World Is Holy

Posted on February 16, 2013 by Jennifer Wolfe

“The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy.

Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.”

~ Terry Tempest Williams

Take a walk with me.

When I need to be alone, this is where I head.

When I need to remember to look closely.

When I need to hear prayers whispered to me,

and see the color, witness the adaptability and the tenderness of the world outside myself.

When I need to be reminded that life is a study in contrast.

and that we are merely the recipients of her beauty.

The world is holy.

We are holy.

All life is holy.

Holy Relationships – a message from Wayne Dyer on Valentine’s Day, February 14, 2013

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Jennifer Wolfe

Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.

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The Love Embrace of the Universe

Posted on January 14, 2013 by Jennifer Wolfe

The love embrace of the Universe

Enfolds and carries us forward

Nurtures flesh, pine, cacti, snow

Brown, white, black, red, gold and green

Hues that tint our lives and soften our differences.

Mother Universe, mother, child

Our roots, common, grounding and affirming

Our dreams, universal, skyward, drifting

Our eyes, focused, watching, hovering

Searching for that entity, that essence

Which like fingers, grasping, touching and trembling

Bonds us to each other, encircling

The crackle of life, the wisdom of Her

The anchor of the Earth

The tug of the moon

The sun, guiding each of us

All made of love

We are all dependent on each other

Mother Universe, mother, child

The love embrace of the Universe

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You Never Know What You Might Be Missing

Posted on January 3, 2013 by Jennifer Wolfe

I really didn’t want to walk out the door this morning. Not because I was snuggled in bed. Not because it was too early.

I was nervous about driving in the snow.

A few days ago I had a wheel spinning incident. It was nothing serious, but serious enough to make me second guess the ability of the mighty Prius to make it up the icy road in the dark. At 6:30 am.

One good thing about having kids, though, is that they don’t let you off the hook. We needed to get to ski training, and Cam didn’t want to be late.

How can you argue with a teenager who doesn’t want to be late to 7 am ski training? Even when he knows it’s -4 degrees outside?

He was right. That’s hard to say about your teen sometimes, but this time he was.

The Prius, in all its glory, delivered us up the hill on time. And this is what awaited me:

Notice how there are no other people out there? That’s because it was FREEZING! And dark! And early!

Just as I turned to go in, I saw this:

And this – one of those little dots at the bottom is my son, waiting for the chairlift:

And as I stood, mesmerized, the chill didn’t bother me anymore. I couldn’t believe the beauty:

Slowly, the sun brushed the slopes with light. We welcomed a new day together.

And once again, I was very glad I walked through the door this morning. You never know what you might be missing.

Like this:

He makes it all worthwhile.

Thanks, Cam.

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Beach Walk

Posted on November 1, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe

Sometimes we just have to grab onto whatever it takes to make it through the day…

memories of peaceful times, hopes for the future, faith in friendships, and love of beauty.

Peace.

What do you do to brighten your day? Do you have a special place that you go back to?

Jennifer Wolfe

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Weeding

Posted on May 10, 2012 by Jennifer Wolfe

“All gardeners live in beautiful places because they make them so.”

– Joseph Joubert

Some days it feels like weeds are overtaking my life. Those dreary March and April days spent looking out my window made me ache to smush my hands in the dirt, prune back the overgrown branches, and clear out winter’s accumulated debris. It’s not very beautiful out there.

Now that the sun is shining and I’ve had a few solid weekends in the garden, I’m questioning my eagerness. Everywhere I go, I encounter weeds. The unwanted stuff, the clutter, the dead relationships and outgrown friendships bog up my mind and consume my free space. It’s not very beautiful in here.

They creep up next to the stepping stone, through the sprinkler heads, and crowd my lavender bushes. They sneak next to the day lilies, snake their way up the Japanese maple’s tender stems, and root themselves firmly and cleverly amidst the heirloom roses. They consume my free time, crowd my in box and rest on empty spaces.

Depending on my mood, I pull, or dig, or bust out the sprays when I just can’t get a handle on them. Some days I carefully unwind them, desperate to leave the host unharmed. Other days, lack of patience gets the best of me, and I curse and yank, decimating both simultaneously.

As I’m down on my knees, I occasionally upend an earthworm and send him wiggling back into the soil, or startle a mourning dove feasting on scattered seed. Sometimes I unearth a new bloom, resilient from the winter’s frost. Or an abandoned baseball, leather long gone. Sometimes I close my eyes and breathe in and out, searching for an answer.

Plowing through the weeds gives me time to think, to meditate, to wonder about what might emerge next. I strategize, sensitize, and surrender to what is yet to come. Sometimes I just sink.

Pushing through winter’s debris to uncover, to create some breathing room, I sense an opening, a space for clarity. I see progress, I sense some control. I inhale, exhale, and look around me. Blooms, new growth, and possibility are in sight.

Just for today, a little bit of beauty, made by me.

Jennifer Wolfe

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“The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy.

Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.” ~ Terry Tempest Williams

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Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.”

~ Terry Tempest Williams