Tag Archives: Stacy Boorn

April Post 2 – experience her presence in the cherry blossoms.

For as long as I can remember, the cherry blossoms in Golden Gate Park come and go many weeks before the festival in Japantown.  That will probably be the case again this year since the trees are right now swinging … Continue reading

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April Post 1 – May we rise up to make it so!

Myth says the mustard was planted by California missionaries as they walked from mission to mission dropping mustard seeds. They knew that, on the next years’ journey when the path was overgrown with grass and vegetation, the yellow of the … Continue reading

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March Post 1 – Oceans and coastlines are vulnerable …

At the beginning of this month I spent a few days along the southwestern coast of Oregon.  I had anticipated beach walks at low tide to scour the base of seastacks for anemones and sea stars.  As well, I had … Continue reading

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February Post 2 – A desperate need for “change-makers.”

It seems to me that today’s world has a desperate need for “change-makers,” the kind who have spiritual strength and focus.  Can we see ourselves in that role?  If so, we need to dedicate ourselves to a life-path filled with … Continue reading

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February Post 1 – Let’s build bridges not walls

I have always loved the phrase, “Build bridges not walls.”    A bridge is an archetypal image, a metaphor for communication, possibilities and human experiences.  As a metaphor, a bridge between people enables the passage of ideas; it connects those who … Continue reading

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January post 1 – the earth is getting short-changed!

In the early winter months I enjoy photographing migratory birds, mushrooms and rain.  Until a few days ago the mushrooms and rain were very scarce.  But today I am able to sing a favorite song from my childhood:  “I saw … Continue reading

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December Post 1 – We are in the Season of Darkness

Today, on my early morning walk, I noticed an eerie silence. Our mayor had died, and it seemed as though a pall of grieving was blanketing the city of St. Francis.  Although I did not always agree with the choices … Continue reading

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Nov. post 1 – the bridge between the heavens and the earth

Perhaps it’s because of their looks, a combination of the homely and comedic, that one expects pelicans to be more clumsy than charming. But it isn’t so! If you stand on one of our beaches and look out at the … Continue reading

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Alaska 5 – Out of the belly of the earth

If I had to choose one word besides “awesome” to describe Alaska, it would be the word “vast.”  Alaska is over one-third the size of the lower 48, and a great deal of it is unreachable by either the road … Continue reading

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Alaska Reflection 4 – Mother I feel you under my feet.

I can’t forget an exhibit I saw on my first journey to Alaska in 2008.  It was produced by the Calista Elders Council and the Anchorage Museum, and it included items that represented the traditional ways of life and technology … Continue reading

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