Water’s Edge
Manifest
Bringing into focus,
The ideas along the edge.
Speak them,
See them,
Write them,
Feel them,
Manifest!

Bringing into focus,
The ideas along the edge.
Speak them,
See them,
Write them,
Feel them,
Manifest!

by Beth Haley
How do you pick the puzzle? You probably liked something about the picture on the box, and then you open it – and it’s a mess. It’s just a chaos of jumbled pieces. It’s not the pretty picture… not yet. At that moment, it’s potential. You know what it can become.
Have you ever had a strong vision for a project or for your life as a whole? And, what does it look like? You may see the full picture down the line of time. Yet in this moment, it may just be pieces of ideas, thoughts, or hopes. So, where do you start? Do you start with the details in the center, or the foundation and framework around the edges?
Out of the mess, you notice certain colors. Those can be grouped together, like supporting ideas.
With the straight edges, an outline of becoming can be built. Piece by piece, you build the foundation, but the whole picture is not there yet, even though you know the picture well.
The foundation of a home may hold it up, but without building the details of the home on it, it is not yet a home. It is the blueprint, the outline and the forming of order from the pile of pieces or ideas.
Some say the edge pieces are the easy part of the puzzle. That’s where you begin to make sense of all the mess. From the edge (the foundation and outline), the details of the picture begin to evolve.
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If you can’t see the full picture of your dreams, take some time to really visualize what you want or need:
See it. It looks like sunshine on a glorious day!
Taste it. It tastes like sweetness. It tastes like milk and honey.
Smell it. It smells fresh and clean: like the smell of damp earth after the rain. Is that incense? What kind?
Hear it. It sounds like laughter and communion. It also sounds quiet and peaceful. It sounds like birds singing in the woods and the trickle of the stream.
Experience it in full. It feels like joy. It feels like easy flow. It feels like happiness and fulfillment in the art of creating. It feels abundant. It feels like goodness and kindness. It feels like warmth. It feels like success. It feels like rest of body, mind and spirit – and like action as well – the right action at the right time. It feels like home. If feels like a warm fire on a cold night and the relief of shade on a hot day. If feels like safe travel for the journey. It feels like the life I’ll never want a vacation from!
Sometimes you can almost have the complete picture and find that there are missing pieces. If you know what you’re looking for, the chances of finding it or re-creating (creating) it, are much higher.
Thank you to the brave soul who stuck their arm down the heater vent to fish the fallen piece of the puzzle out. If it had been up to me, this picture would have just remained as is, with one piece missing.
Sometimes, we just need a helping hand on the journey 😊

A small patch of moss nestled on rocks by the little stream, takes on new character close up. It has its own landscape of mountains, river, and taller trees reaching up through the mossy forest below. Perhaps a small fairy lives here who has tamed the frog croaking nearby.
We never did find Jeremiah, but he called to us all the same. 🐸

“May your body be blessed.
May you realize that your body is a faithful and beautiful friend of your soul.
And may you be peaceful and joyful and recognize that your senses are sacred thresholds.
May you realize that holiness is mindful, gazing, feeling, hearing, and touching.
May your senses gather you and bring you home.
May your senses always enable you to celebrate the universe and the mystery and possibilities in your presence here.
May the Eros of the Earth bless you.”
From Anam Cara by John O’Donohue

Photos by Sharon McCutcheon

-Thela 🦊 Foxgood

“Wisdom is a living stream, not an icon preserved in a museum. Only when we find the spring of wisdom in our own life can it flow to future generations.”
-Thich Nhat Hanh

by Beth Haley
Small icy flakes began falling Tuesday evening. Barely seen, they fell and came to rest with tiny whispers. I sheltered beneath the swinging bows and listened to the wind blowing its icy breath through the leaves. It’s a light show for now, but promises more Winter to come.
I reflect on a friend’s words from not too long ago:
It snowed through the night and stuck around. Thank you for some snow this season! ❄️
Header photo by Chandler Cruttenden

by Beth Haley
The planes criss-crossed
Long trails through the skies.
A heavenly display,
For our eyes.
The sea and breeze and land, do meet.
This day, we joyfully greet.
And, thank the boat,
For its rocking seat!
Which gave such a view,
For this crew.