I’ve been playing with rocks/stones lately
… latest theme has been “love”
adding little phrases/images with colour
then hiding them around our little town and in parks,
under community flower beds etc. beside Nature’s other rocks that are already there.

Little rocks/stones – found on the beach
have become transformed into ‘Kindness Rocks’
hidden outdoors in the hope that finders realize in that brief moment of discovery
… respite from worry, fear, whatever is robbing them of smiling, enjoying the moment, celebrating life

Have I had fun making these?
You bet!

And I’ve been having fun hiding them and giving them away, too.

There are no “rules” about design.
I just decided that this batch would have hearts on them.
The next batch … to be determined as the Spirit moves.

Share the love. 💓


 © June Maffin


Here are two sites for viewing and hopefully they will encourage you to play-with-and-hide rocks/stones💓





Ahhhh, sweet organic corn on the cob from-our-garden

You began your life planted as kernel-seeds in trays
on the dining room table which had been moved to the window
to take advantage of the sun … no special lamps for you.

And you began to grow.

Each morning, the trays were checked and your efforts
to burst forth from the soil so you could grow tall enough to be transplanted
were greeted by “oooh” and “ahhh.”

Ten tiny seeds
that’s all you were
and then came the day when you were strong enough to be
transplanted into the raised veggie bed where you
stretched to the sun and grew tassels and cobs.

“Are they ready to eat, yet?” was the question posed to the Universe.
“Not yet – they need to be rounder at the bottom.”

The waiting continued and continued and continued.
And then, you began to form
and eventually the harvesting!

First, two cobs for dinner, then two more, and one night dinner was
… corn cobs.
Just corn cobs.
Delicious.  Sweet.  Tender corn cobs.

Then your stalks were cut down
the roots dug out to make room for the fall veggies
to be transplanted in your place next week
and the cycle of life will begin
with some of your fall veggie cousins. 





Photo & Text © June Maffin







Why is it we feel such pain
when we hear of the terrifying events happening around the world?
Surely it’s because we are connected.
If one part of humanity hurts, all hurt.
Even Scripture notes that in 1 Corinthians 12: 26a.
We are connected.
One to the other.Like it.
Or not.


Whether our connection is
as family
… by blood, adoption, marriage
as friend, colleague or stranger
we are co-sojourners on this fragile planet called Earth.

We are connected.

Even though we may
… speak different languages
… have different coloured skin
… worship in different ways
… have differing political beliefs
… live out our lives as straight or LGBTQ
… are similar or different in other ways
we are connected.

To lose sight of that connection-reality
is to forego our common humanity.

How we
… treat those with whom we share this planet
… support those for whom paralyzing fear engulfs
… love those with whom we have opposing views
… we respect others who voice their concerns and protest
could be the determining factor of the future of our world.We are connected.Like it.
Or not.



Many will be celebrating Harvest Thanksgiving in Canada this weekend.
And in the midst of this national holiday
I keep hearing the question
“How do we give thanks
… when there is unemployment or illness in our family? 
… when there are senseless deaths caused by terrorists, drunk drivers, machine guns?
… when abusive substances continue to attract the youth and ruin lives? 
… when we feel depressed, or spiritually dry or lonely or grieving?
… when hurricanes, tornadoes, mass shootings, famine, violence, “isms” are prevalent?
… when abductions happen and people of all ages are forced to become sex slaves?
… when we don’t know if tomorrow will bring war?
… when we don’t know if there will even be a tomorrow?

In the midst of trouble, history shows us that
there are people who give thanks.
Like Henry
… a farmer from a very remote area where people
could only gather for worship at great intervals. 

On those occasions they would witness to
the blessings in their lives since the community had last assembled.

At one such meeting, Henry stood and addressed the people
in halting and simple speech: 
“It’s been a powerful difficult year out there 
… the fever took our eldest daughter 
… then my wife took ill and is still in bed
… the spring wheat crop was mostly ruined by floods
And, oh yes, praise God from Whom all blessings flow.”

Then Henry sat down. 
In the midst of disaster, Henry paused and gave thanks.  

Being thankful each day, takes discipline
especially when there are financial stresses, medical concerns, family problems,
scary political tactics, environmental devastations, and more.

How can we be thankful where there is too much that distracts us?
Maybe we’re looking for the “BIG” blessings
when there are many “LITTLE” blessings?

Think of all the gifts that come absolutely free to most of us:
– If you had to pay for the oxygen you breathe
at the rate oxygen cost in a hospital
how long could you continue breathing?

– If you had to pay for the sun’s heat at the rate of today’s heating bills,
how long could you stay warm in winter?

– If you had to pay for each of your eyes
at the rate eye damages are awarded in court (about $50,000 for the loss of sight in one eye),
how many eyes could you afford?

I believe that the Henry’s of this world live
‘Thankful Living’ lives.

At graduation ceremonies several years ago
almost a hundred students filed into their high school auditorium.
Speeches were offered.
But because of court decisions at the time,
no prayers/blessings were allowed.

When the last student came to the microphone
the students suddenly

The student at the microphone
looked at the students
and confidently said

The audience exploded into applause.
A unique way to invoke Divine blessing on their future
… with or without formal approval had happened.

May we sneeze our way through Canadian Thanksgiving this weekend
and realize that in spite of the angst and fear and unknown in the world
and our own personal stuff,
there is always something for which we can be thankful
and experience at least one little blessing.

Happy, Bless-ed Thanks-giving!



© June Maffin



Something has changed in the back yard

During the summer drought
no birds were in the back yard.
Water and food were put out for them
but no birds.

Yesterday about five or six appeared.
This morning, robins, hummingbirds, sparrows
and I-don’t-know-what-they’re-called
were fluttering, flying, dipping into bushes,
sitting on top of fruit trees
bringing colour, movement, swishes, swirls
sweet sounds
and absolute delight and joy.

Feathered friends,
the nest you made in the spring
is still in the tree
and you’ll find string, dryer-fluff, ribbon
and other things I’ve placed close by
to encourage you to make new nests.

Welcome back!




© June Maffin





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“I am done with thoughts and prayers that go nowhere”
wrote a friend today.

She had me thinking.
A lot. 

I believe that sincere ‘thoughts and prayers’
*do* go somewhere.
I believe that they go into our own souls.
I believe that they connect us to those who have been hurt, killed, dying
… are suffering for whatever reason
I also believe that ‘thoughts and prayers’ connect us to those
… who are remembering them as well.

 To me ‘thoughts and prayers’ can have a religious intention/overtones
… or not.
So I’ll continue to send good thoughts
to the people who have suffered
to those who are still suffering
to those who will be suffering for a long time to come.

I can’t donate blood
… I’ve had jaundice and they won’t take it.

I can donate a bit of money
… but not millions.

I can’t physically get to Vegas or Puerto Rico or Syria or Spain or …
… but I can get to my computer and blog and I do.

I can’t vote in the US elections as I’m not a U.S. citizen
… but I can encourage my U.S. friends/family to vote.

I suppose that there really not much I can “do.”

But I can think and pray.
I can believe that ‘thought and prayer’ are ‘doing’
because I believe that energy
accompanies sincere thoughts and prayers
and will somehow let those who suffer know that
others care.


The world is in shock.
And it’s not just because of a hurricane or terrorist attack or the sex slave industry or road rage, cruelty, vindictiveness, poverty, “ism’s”, sense of helplessness and hopelessness, insensitivity, homelessness, lack of medical coverage, famine, schoolyard fighting words by two leaders, global warming, drug dependencies that lead many to perpetrate crime, politicians who offer glib words of comfort to others without doing the jobs they were elected to do because of a need of self-aggrandizement.

It’s because it’s happening.
All of it.
And more.
And it’s happening all at the same time.


The world is in shock.
Me too.

I had trouble breathing last night
… which is why I wrote the “Breathe-Just Breathe” Soulistry blog.

I had trouble breathing today
… as I watched the news
play it all out
… over and over
… and over again.

 So this night I will continue to send sincere thoughts and prayers
and hope/pray that they will be of help
in some way
to some one
so they know they are not alone
… and others are thinking about them.


© June Maffin

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