You cannot get sick enough to help sick people get better. You cannot get poor enough to help poor people thrive. It is only in your thriving that you have anything to offer anyone. If you’re wanting to be of an advantage to others, be as tapped in, turned in, turned on as you can possibly be.
– Esther Abraham-Hicks
The Journey by Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you
slowly recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do—
determined to save
the only life you could save.
Grace is love that seeks you out when you have nothing to give in return. Grace is love coming at you that has nothing to do with you. Grace is being loved when you are unlovable…. The cliché definition of grace is “unconditional love.” It is a true cliché, for it is a good description of the thing. Let’s go a little further, though. Grace is a love that has nothing to do with you, the beloved. It has everything and only to do with the lover. Grace is irrational in the sense that it has nothing to do with weights and measures. It has nothing to do with my intrinsic qualities or so-called “gifts” (whatever they may be). It reflects a decision on the part of the giver, the one who loves, in relation to the receiver, the one who is loved, that negates any qualifications the receiver may personally hold…. Grace is one-way love.
Grace doesn’t make demands. It just gives. And from our vantage point, it always gives to the wrong person. We see this over and over again in the Gospels: Jesus is always giving to the wrong people—prostitutes, tax collectors, half-breeds. The most extravagant sinners of Jesus’s day receive his most compassionate welcome. Grace is a divine vulgarity that stands caution on its head. It refuses to play it safe and lay it up. Grace is recklessly generous, uncomfortably promiscuous. It doesn’t use sticks, carrots, or time cards. It doesn’t keep score. As Robert Capon puts it, “Grace works without requiring anything on our part. It’s not expensive. It’s not even cheap. It’s free.” It refuses to be controlled by our innate sense of fairness, reciprocity, and evenhandedness. It defies logic. It has nothing to do with earning, merit, or deservedness. It is opposed to what is owed. It doesn’t expect a return on investments. It is a liberating contradiction between what we deserve and what we get. Grace is unconditional acceptance given to an undeserving person by an unobligated giver.
It is one-way love. – Paul Zahl
I asked you questions.
direct ones.
You avoided answering,
so now I know the answers –
the ones you didn’t want me to know.
The ones you hid behind a smokescreen of words
that said nothing.
Proclaiming honesty,
when they were honestly nothing.
No meaning.
Then you asked me to define what you should say.
To which I give you the brilliant answer,
learned from my friend, Peter Block, Exactly
AL 7/15/13
One of the very best lyricists of our day, in my humble opinion, is Sara Bareilles. She has this amazing truths about relationships she shares in her songs. They touch me, they help me, they give me ah ha moments. I have been listening to her new album on iTunes for free the past week and the album dropped on this past Tuesday! GET IT!!!! So very good. Sharing the first release with you today. So amazing, these words! WOW!
Brave
Sara Bareilles
You can be amazing
You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug
You can be the outcast
Or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love
Or you can start speaking up
Nothing’s gonna hurt you the way that words do
And they settle ‘neath your skin
Kept on the inside and no sunlight
Sometimes a shadow wins
But I wonder what would happen if you
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave
Everybody’s been there, everybody’s been stared down
By the enemy
Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing
Bow down to the mighty
Don’t run, stop holding your tongue
Maybe there’s a way out of the cage where you live
Maybe one of these days you can let the light in
Show me how big your brave is
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
Innocence, your history of silence
Won’t do you any good
Did you think it would?
Let your words be anything but empty
Why don’t you tell them the truth?
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you.
A bell’s not a bell ’til you ring it
A song’s not a song ’til you sing it
Love in your heart wasn’t put there to stay
Love isn’t love ’til you give it away!
– Oscar Hammerstein II
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity. –Henry Van Dyke
there is grace on ground like this we can say that every step we take of every day we live Wherever we are is sacred ground every bush we see burning with holy every rock singing glory every bird testament of abundance every flower testament to extravagant love every waterfall every rainbow and moonbow and drop of the summer rain shimmers with promise rocks standing firm in the faith glittering in sunshine we are made of stars held together with mud breathing the very same breath as our creator the anti matter of the universe swirls around our feet life and death our greatest gifts the space between can be our brilliantly colored heaven or the darkest shades of hell we choose our path with every decision free will is our constant companion choices are most important we keep rising from the ashes of our choices better or bitter we become the words we speak wake up and guard them well how well and often we give thanks determines our joy until we cross the portal into the next adventurous chapter
In the middle of Summer heat I find an eternal winter of coolness! haha
Love this little guy!
Preview of the amazing artist Terry Cervi featured in the upcoming August issue of Songs from the Valley Newsletter http://www.terrycervi.com
This weekend I went to a workshop which centered on ‘gifts’ and there came a new understanding and dimension to the truth of how we recognize the gifts of others because they are our own gifts. We cannot recognize things that we don’t know about. It was great to get such wonderful gifts of myself. I liked hearing it. There were people who received their gifts in tears, amazed at what others found in their speaking. It was good.
Then…this morning I recognized sarcasm in someone and it made me angry, then it made me wince, because I recognize that ‘gift’ because of my own guilt in that area….yup…very supremely guilty. Ouch. I didn’t like the truth of that coming to slap me in the face, but I know that in order for me to get better, I have to look at it and be very brutally honest.
I also realize the progress I have made in that area is because of that same recognition and my choices. I CHOOSE not to say sarcastic and mean things to others because I have recognized the pain when I receive that gift.
Each person has this ability. Each person can make choices. That is free will. That is the gift of our humanity. Awareness is the key to change. The ability to change is our most blessed of gifts. And forgiveness is the ultimate gift of love, which breaks the chords of Karma and delivers love to ourselves and others.
Thank goodness I know all about forgiveness…
Aren’t you somethin’ to admire?
‘Cause your shine is somethin’ like a mirror
And I can’t help but notice
You reflect in this heart of mine
If you ever feel alone and
The glare makes me hard to find
Just know that I’m always
Parallel on the other side
‘Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
I can tell you there’s no place we couldn’t go
Just put your hand on the glass
I’ll be tryin’ to pull you through
You just gotta be strong
‘Cause I don’t wanna lose you now
I’m lookin’ right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold
Show me how to fight for now
And I’ll tell you, baby, it was easy
Comin’ back here to you once I figured it out
You were right here all along
It’s like you’re my mirror
My mirror staring back at me
I couldn’t get any bigger
With anyone else beside of me
And now it’s clear as this promise
That we’re making two reflections into one
‘Cause it’s like you’re my mirror
My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me
Aren’t you somethin’, an original
‘Cause it doesn’t seem merely a sample
And I can’t help but stare, ’cause
I see truth somewhere in your eyes
I can’t ever change without you
You reflect me, I love that about you
And if I could, I would look at us all the time
‘Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
I can tell you there’s no place we couldn’t go
Just put your hand on the glass
I’ll be tryin’ to pull you through
You just gotta be strong
‘Cause I don’t wanna lose you now
I’m lookin’ right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold
Show me how to fight for now
And I’ll tell you, baby, it was easy
Comin’ back here to you once I figured it out
You were right here all along
It’s like you’re my mirror
My mirror staring back at me
I couldn’t get any bigger
With anyone else beside of me
And now it’s clear as this promise
That we’re making two reflections into one
‘Cause it’s like you’re my mirror
My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow’s a mystery
I can see you lookin’ back at me
Keep your eyes on me
Baby, keep your eyes on me
You are, you are the love of my life
Now you’re the inspiration for this precious song
And I just wanna see your face light up since you put me on
So now I say goodbye to the old me, it’s already gone
And I can’t wait wait wait wait wait to get you home
Just to let you know, you are
You are, you are the love of my life
Girl you’re my reflection, all I see is you
My reflection, in everything I do
You’re my reflection and all I see is you
My reflection, in everything I do
Now I see skinny lizards, skiting through the grass
And darting geckos,
Naked with the vulnerability of rubber bands,
And tiny, twitchy frogs as curious as babies.
I have grown intimate with ants
And carefree with cockroaches.
I hear the whizzing of the dragonfly
Above the whirring of the fan.
I have learned to apprehend mosquitoes,
And sat transfixed while butterflies
With wings more beautiful than peacock damask
Visited my blue bag time and time again.
A whole and complicated order of creation
Imposed itself upon my gaze
While I sat still and drank my coffee
In the garden.
Or rather, I should say,
I opened my eyes and saw it,
Opened my ears and heard it,
Narrowed my field and selected it.
Together we changed me.
Kathy Galloway
Struggles to Love, The Spirituality of the Beatitudes, 1994
Robbed and wounded on the road from Jerusalem to Jericho,
you lie in life’s rough ditch, unable.
Your strength and your treasure pass you by.
Your shadow sees you and is moved with compassion.
Your pain comes to you.
Your failure bends over you.
Your need for forgiveness bathes your wounds.
Your weakness wraps you in clean bands.
Your unworthiness gathers you in knowing arms.
Your brokenness carries you to safe shelter.
Your poverty says, “Treat this one as my Beloved.
I will return, and pay the cost.”
There is no other grace.
There is no less dangerous life.
There is no other salvation.
Who can tell what stranger will be chosen
without knowledge
as your innkeeper, your care giver?
Who can know what dark Samaritan,
pushed away, will come
back to you in your need? _________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net