The World Viewing Room
In the Northern Hemisphere, Winter Solstice is the shortest day of the year. Advent is a four-week celebration leading up to the Winter Solstice when days become longer. Advent means coming (of the light). And as you know, Light is a powerful healer.
How to Celebrate:
One day when the old potter had been lying in bed all day, she called Deelie to her and said, “When I die, this house and all my land will belong to you. The people of Split know that if a master dies with no children, he often leaves his things to his apprentices. But not all masters do...
Deelie and Tma and Grandmother Potter were the ones who dealt with practical matters, like food, and cuts and scrapes. Deelie taught the ones who wanted to learn to make dishes, all about clay from digging to firing. Aluli taught them drawing and making figurines, Tma taught them gardening and...
One day, after the shortest day of the year but before the day was as long as the night, a man was seen, leading a loaded donkey along the path to the potter’s house. Aluli started yelling, “He’s here! He’s here! “ “Who’s here? somebody asked. “The...
In My Garden
by Andrea Shushan Burdick 10-27-21
In my secret, sacred garden
I’m given words in lieu of flowers.
Unearthly colors, luminescent,
Scattering Light in lieu of seeds
Like stars across a galaxy, twinkling scintillation,
Photosynthesis as manna,
Prisms offering the rainbow of...
One day three strangers and five donkeys came over the path to the potter’s house. One of them asked, “Is the girl who draws here?” They all looked at each other rather blankly. “What do you mean? Deelie asked. The man took out one of the clay tiles Aluli scratched a...
Deelie made different designs and some of these evolved into ones she repeated; some didn’t, but remained unique. Of course, they were all done by hand, so no two really came out the same. After several weeks Aluli reported that some of the other kids had collected shards bearing these...
Note to Self
By Cindy Kubica
While you’re complaining
Your light is growing dim
What you were born to share
Gets buried deep within
While you’re judging others
You’re not hearing the divine
Thinking you know better
Let's ego rule the mind
Let Your Words be Kind
by Davia A. Massey
Let your words be kind
Your foot-steps light
Your breath deep
Your thoughts gentle
Your heart bubbles with joy
A light resides in your eyes
A soft-graceful gait carries you
And you resonate with truth.
Davia A. Massey October 3, 2021