Guiding Light of The Month

O Lord, how ardently do I call and implore Thy love! Grant that my aspiration may be intense enough to awaken the same aspiration everywhere: oh, may good- ness, justice and peace reign as supreme masters, may ignorant egoism be overcome, darkness be suddenly illu- minated by Thy pure Light; may the blind see, the deaf hear, may Thy law be proclaimed in every place and, in a constantly progressive union, in an ever more perfect harmony, may all, like one single being, stretch out their arms towards Thee to identify themselves with Thee and manifest Thee upon earth. - The Mother

An essence of fall and winter

A Golden Walk in Menlo Park, Fall

Fall has been spectacularly beautiful in northern California this year. Awash in scarlet reds, juicy oranges, saffron yellows, deep and rich. Vibrant flames ushering me and my dog down carpets of colorful leaf mosaics. Beckoning us to see what new wonder will come into sight. 

Yesterday, November 24th, the day after Thanksgiving here in the US, a golden avenue appeared when I raised my eyes, so marvelously luminous that I let out an audible gasp. A Claude Monet moment --- a shimmering brilliance of color and light. We were walking alongside the carefully constructed mesh fence that separates pedestrians from the train tracks, a tasteful barrier erected to help despondent teens stay alive. I’d been pondering with a heavy heart, the fence, the trials of life, the current sociopolitical state of tribal passions, and seeming anarchy tearing at the world. And, then the golden avenue, with the wonderfully structured trees arching forward towards the fence, created a seemingly endless arcade of life and joy. Opening before me, transporting me into thoughts of the wonder of nature, the beauties of the world. 

Somewhere on route 280, Winter
Time of long shadows,
Oyster shell, translucent pale light,
striated threads,
cloud streams in a blue of soft, subtle tones
robin shell, misty "air" sea.
The clarity of winter
Wisdom, mirroring subtly the vagaries of the world
The storms of the spirit.

-          Judith Stewart

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