Category Archives: Julian Cell Blog

Today Today I’m flying low and I’m not saying a word. I’m letting all of the voodoos of ambition sleep. The world goes on as it must, The bees in the garden rumbling a little, The fish leaping, the gnats … Continue reading →

Messenger My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird – equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast, there the blue plums. Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. Are my boots old? Is my … Continue reading →

“Water rules everything and submits itself to everything.  It lets us live, but it can also kill.  It is joined with life in an unbreakable bond.  Therefore, if there is no water, there would not be any life on Earth, … Continue reading →

Seeds, Miracles of Beginnings A tiny brown seed can grow into a mighty pine, another into a beautiful flowering bush, another into a plant full of tomatoes.  As we are part of this web of life, our thoughts, gestures and … Continue reading →

There is a divine idea, a perfect and complete idea of fulfillment for your life; it can be no other way as God is the source and substance of all life.                   … Continue reading →

Jesus…. Here With Us They put him to death by hanging him onn a tree.  This man God raised (on) the third day and granted that he be visible…to us, the witnesses choden by God…who ate and drank with him … Continue reading →

I Have Decided I have decided to find myself a home in the mountains, Somewhere high up where one learns to live peacefully in The cold and the silence. It’s said that in that place Certain revelations may be discovered. … Continue reading →

We know the scene: the room, variously furnished, almost always a lectern, a book; always the tall lily.                    Arrived on solemn grandeur of great wings, the angelic ambassador, standing or hovering, whom she acknowledges, a guest. But we are … Continue reading →

Primary Wonder Days pass when I forget the mystery. Problems insoluable and problems offering their own ignored solutions jostle for my attention, they crowd its antichamber along with a host of diversions, my courtiers, wearing their colored clothes, caps and … Continue reading →

Rumi ( 1207-1273) Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, There is a field.  I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, The world id too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each … Continue reading →