Colors of amber and ruby and gold a candle alight on the wood stove a blueberry-apple maple syrup pie still toasty from the oven fills my home with cozy smells of autumn “Good Omens” on the television soothing British accents in my ears Gaiman’s irreverence for evil makes me laugh at my fears. Cup of cocoa sweetened with brown sugar is warm in my hands while outside the rain cools and refreshes the land. -Karen Molenaar Terrell
Sam the Wonder Dog died last summer. On her last drive to the vet’s her umber eyes were still bright and alert as she looked out one last time on the scene passing by – still engaged with this world.
And now I sit in the chair that we had accepted was her chair while she was with us. For the first time I no longer smell her fur in the fabric I nestle in. For months we tried to get rid of Sam’s smell – we vacuumed; we steam cleaned; we scrubbed with soapy rags – but the Sam-smell never seemed to leave us. And now, it seems, it has. And I think I might miss it.
I rub the fabric of the chair, and for a moment I feel like I am petting Sam’s sleek coat, and I feel her with me – warm and dear, an expression of Love.
Her body is gone, and her smell. But Sam’s still with us in her love. -Karen Molenaar Terrell
Who could have guessed a year ago that today I would have near two new daughters, loved and dear to me.
Life is like that, isn’t it?
In the midst of chaos there is still joy to find and share and in the midst of pandemic terror the sons still found life-partners who dare to approach life as they do – kind and ready, brave and steady.
There were no caterers or wedding planners, no venues, no bands, no banners, no paid photographers, florists, or DJs, and no invitations to each pair’s special day.
Their weddings were simple and true – one in Hawaii and one under a blue sky on top of the courthouse in Seattle. We couldn’t make it to one, but we all made it to the other. Father, sons, new daughters, and mother.
Who could have guessed a year ago that by September’s end I would have two new daughters? -Karen Molenaar Terrell
“Happiness is spiritual, born of Truth and Love. It is unselfish; therefore it cannot exist alone, but requires all mankind to share it.” -Mary Baker Eddy
I am not a body. I am of THE body of I AM. And so I AM kind, competent, confident, fearless, strong, intelligent, brave, beautiful, bursting with joy, full of energy, healthy, whole, and hardy, no less than I AM filling all space, holding all power. I am of I AM. -Karen Molenaar Terrell
I yam what I yam. – Popeye
So God created man in His own image, in the image of God created He him; male and female created He them…and God saw every thing that He had made, and behold, it was very good. -Genesis 1: 27.31
And God said to Moses, “I AM THAT I AM.” Exodus 3:14
For we, being many, are one bread and one body… – I Corinthians 10.17
For by one Spirit we are all baptized into one body… – I Corinthians 12:13
There is one body and one Spirit… Ephesians 4:4
And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to which also ye are called in one body, and be ye thankful. Colossians 3:15
The term Mind and body literally means God and man, for man is the expression of Mind and the manifestation of Mind is the embodiment of Mind. Therefore, man is God’s body and there is but one God. Body is therefore the aggregation of spiritual ideas, forever controlled and governed by the law of Life, harmonious and eternal. – attributed to Mary Baker G. Eddy ( https://articles.plainfieldcs.com/mary-baker-eddy/body-unabridged/ )
In that quiet space that holy place looking inward to look outward to look inward gathering energy for the next calling enjoying this in-between time as important as the beginning as important as the end important in its stillness importance in its peace -Karen Molenaar Terrell
Quiet fallow field resting unobserved in peace preparing to grow -Karen Molenaar Terrell
Photo of Indian Memorial at Little Big Horn. Photo by Karen Molenaar Terrell.
I am not a body. You are not a body. We are part of something bigger than a body. We are enveloped in infinity, embodied in the Body of Love.
The human body is a tool for my human experience. It’s no less than perfect because there’s no reason for it to be anything less than what I need it to be here, for me, as I move through the veil.
“Take possession of your body, and govern its feeling and action.” * I am in control of the body-tool – the tool does not control me or determine my existence here. I wield it. It doesn’t wield me.
I am not a body. You are not a body. We are part of something bigger. -Karen Molenaar Terrell
*”Take possession of your body, and govern its feeling and action. Rise in the strength of Spirit to resist all that is unlike good. God has made man capable of this, and nothing can vitiate the ability and power divinely bestowed on man.” – Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures
So let me get this straight: People in Texas are going to get a $10,000 reward for following around women of reproductive age and turning them in if they get an abortion? And… will people also get a $10,000 reward for turning in people who aren’t wearing masks and getting vaccinated? I just want to make sure I’ve got it right. When is it “My body; my choice”? And when is it “Your body; my choice”? It’s getting a little confusing for some of us out here. -Karen Molenaar Terrell