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Archive for the month “December, 2012”

make today the best day of your life!

Everything is My fault
by Derek Sivers
http://sivers.org/

I cut two chapters out of my book because they were too nasty.

T4ahey vented all the awful details about how my terrible employees staged a mutiny to try to get rid of me, and corrupted the culture of the company into a festering pool of entitlement, focused only on their benefits instead of our clients.

Afterwards, I spent a few years still mad at those evil brats for what they did.  So, like anyone feeling victimized and wronged, I needed to vent – to tell my side of the story.  Or so I thought.

So do you want to know the real reason I cut those chapters?

I realized it was all my fault.

  • I let the culture of the company get corrupted.
  • I ignored problems instead of nipping them in the bud.
  • I was aloof and away instead of managing or training managers.
  • I confused everyone by sharing my daily thoughts before they had cemented into decisions.
  • I announced decisions, then assumed they were being done, without following-up to ensure.
  • I whimsically delegated to the wrong people, avoiding the mental work of choosing wisely.
  • (I could list another 20 of these, but you get the idea.)

It felt so SO good to realize it was my fault!

This is way better than forgiving.  When you forgive, you’re still playing the victim, and they’re still wrong, but you’re charitably pardoning their horrible deeds.

But to decide it’s your fault feels amazing!  Now you weren’t wronged.  They were just playing their part in the situation you created.  They’re just delivering the punch-line to the joke you set up.

What power!  Now you’re like a new super-hero, just discovering your strength.  Now you’re the powerful person that made things happen, made a mistake, and can learn from it.  Now you’re in control and there’s nothing to complain about.

This philosophy feels so good that I’ve playfully decided to apply this “EVERYTHING IS MY FAULT” rule to the rest of my life.

It’s one of those base rules like “people mean well” that’s more fun to believe, and have a few exceptions, than to not believe at all.

  • The guy that stole $9000 from me? My fault.  I should have verified his claims.
  • The love of my life that dumped me out of the blue (by email!) after 6 years? My fault.  I let our relationship plateau.
  • Someone was rude to me today? My fault.  I could have lightened their mood beforehand.
  • Don’t like my government? My fault.  I could get involved and change the world.

See what power it is?

Yes, the word “responsibility” is more accurate, but it’s such a serious 6-syllable word, whereas “everything’s my fault” is a fun rule-of-thumb, and gets me singing Nirvana’s “All Apologies”.

Try it on.  Stand up, open the window, look out at the world and shout, “Everything is my fault!

Think of every bad thing that happened to you, and say it again.

Cool, huh?

That power looks good on you.

let hope rise and darkness tremble – hillsong

A crisis is a gift, an opportunity, and perhaps a manifestation that life loves us,
by beckoning us to go beyond the dance we presently perform.
– Leslie Lebeau
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Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
If I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on te wings of the dawn,
If I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.

If I say,
“Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
– Psalm 139:7-12

Yes! When the light of hope comes, darkness has no place!!!!
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If His grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.

To a man who lives unto God nothing is secular, everything is sacred, because the sacred has absorbed the secular. ~ Spurgeon

And what God had cleaned, she could not call common again — her there in a sacred mess of grace.
– Ann Voskamp

He is jealous for me, Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

And oh, how He loves us oh,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all

And we are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If His grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
And heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way…

That He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.

Yeah, He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.

Lyrics David Crowder Band.

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as Henri Nouwen, Rumi & lots of others, remind us – everything is grace

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The Guest House
by Rumi

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

vulnerability of caring – we are all connected

“The miracle is this – the more we share, the more we have.”
– Leonard Nimoy

Is it not to share your bread with the hungry
and bring the homeless poor into your house;
when you see the naked, to cover him,
and not to hide yourself from your own flesh?
Then shall your light break forth like the dawn,
and your healing shall spring up speedily;
your righteousness shall go before you;
the glory of the LORD shall be your rear guard.
Isaiah 58:7-8

Maritta Terrell

Thoughts are also posted at:
http://thoughtsaday.blogspot.com/

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Marisa Haedike illy

Hello Life

I am heavy
Stepping with sand-bag feet
Slow
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 In this dark day
I look for beauty
     It’s always there

I wonder if I would have jumped
     or just gone back to die
If I had really known how hard it would be
year after year
on and on
with no relief
If I had known this day would be waiting for me

Do I really believe it will ever get better?
No answer comes
I move away from the question
I made my choice –
     it was the harder one

I go curl up in fetal position
In the Legacy Garden
On the round plaque with Wendell Berry’s words of understanding

     I part the out thrusting branches
     And come in beneath the blessed and the blessing trees. awendell berry
     Though I am silent
     There is singing around me.
     Though I am dark
     There is vision around me.
     Though I am heavy
There is flight around me.
                                    –  Wendell Berry

 I lay on the words
feel them
seeping in to my body
connecting me
comforting me
Life continues to flow

There is goodness right here in the dark
I can acknowledge it

I look up at the roof of the gondola
branches of painted ever-green summer leaves

Who cares if someone sees me?

P.S.  there ought to be a raven here somewhere

AL 12/3/12

change your story

TEN
In a dream more real than his daytime,

 a grown man meets himself.

Himself at just ten.

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With the light in his eyes.

And the world in his heart.

He sets out to explain to his young self why he’s taken the road to someone else’s somewhere.

But he can’t.

And in the deafening silence he shakes uncontrollably.

As the years of an unconsidered life spill over.

And in that silence everything changes.

Forever.

Perhaps the ten year old had been his very soul in disguise.

Come to shake him from the prison of his daytime.

Nic Askew
Soul Biographies

what’s in yours?

WHAT’S IN MY JUNK DRAWER

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A rubber-band sphere of emotion.
Two black and whites of me walking
in blue seersucker on Santorini, age ten.
The rainbow swirled super-ball that left a ding
in the ceiling of our first apartment in Baltimore.
Heinous thoughts of my best friend in sixth grade
telling me she had found someone else.
Two pair of tortoise shell glasses
I can’t see through anymore.
The verbal slap across the face
from Mlle Marechaux freshman year.
Six packs of spare buttons in mini-manila envelopes.
A thin gold band from a first marriage, discarded.
The stuffed bunny I won at “guess your age” on the midway.
Three Valentine’s Day cards from the year we were engaged.
Wadded up feelings from the year
Mama left us when I was thirteen.
The positive pregnancy-test declaring
my twenty-three year old son.
One pearl earring, grieving for her mate.
The detritus of fifty-five years in the swamp of life.

Anni Macht Gibson

A day without sunshine is like, you know, night. –Steve Martin

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The Winter Solstice
This year Winter will start on December 21 at 6:12 – the earliest since 1896!

Winter inspires both joy and woe. Some people can’t wait for the cooler weather, snow, skiing and ice skating, curling up by a fire, and the holiday spirit. Other people dislike the frigid temperatures, blizzards, and wild weather.

The word solstice comes from the Latin words for “sun” and “to stand still.” In the Northern Hemisphere, as summer advances to winter, the points on the horizon where the Sun rises and sets advance southward each day; the high point in the1a Sun’s daily path across the sky, which occurs at local noon, also moves southward each day. At the winter solstice, the Sun’s path has reached its southernmost position. The next day, the path will advance northward. However, a few days before and after the winter solstice, the change is so slight that the Sun’s path seems to stay the same, or stand still. The Sun is directly overhead at “high-noon” on Winter Solstice at the latitude called the Tropic of Capricorn.  In the Northern Hemisphere, the solstice days are the days with the fewest hours of sunlight during the whole year.

http://www.almanac.com/content/first-day-winter-winter-solstice

New Newsletter issue on Winter over on the website, to get you in the Holiday mood!!! – http://songsfromthevalley.com/

what’s your favorite word? mine is passion! I want it lived and worn!!!

1aPerhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death–ought to decide, indeed, to earn one’s death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life.
– James Baldwin

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