Fleeting
while weeding milk thistle in the garden,
a bell did not ring and a clarity came—
a brief brush with infinity that lasted a millionth of a second
Posted by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer | Aug 12, 2021 | Poetry |
while weeding milk thistle in the garden,
a bell did not ring and a clarity came—
a brief brush with infinity that lasted a millionth of a second
Posted by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer | Jan 22, 2021 | Poetry |
One morning we will wake up and forget to build that wall we’ve been building, the one between us...
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On the last day of the world, I would want to plant a tree. ~W. S. Merwin On the last day of...
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by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer Even as she made the cauliflower soup, she was a deep space explorer....
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In a time of national crisis, what our country really needs is a good poem. —Herbert Hoover This...
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The Braided Way is a framework to see every faith tradition as a strand, braided into a larger whole of spiritual awareness. In the Braided Way, combining spiritual practice from various faiths allow us to explore sacred experience and wonder in forms that resonate with our personal spiritual needs and sacred intuitions. In today’s culture, many people shun religious dogma, but yearn for spiritual connection. The Braided Way allows the ceremonies and practices of multiple faiths to be available without the confinements of cultural dogma.