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Archive for the month “February, 2014”

what will we do with our one wild and precious life?

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a photograph
a memory
a poem
a song
a kiss
a touch
a slap
a smile
a frown
a gift
a word –
of love or hate or truth or lie
all are vivid pictures
memorials in a lifetime
of moments never to be forgotten
snapshots of a single frame in time
just a shutter length
never to be here again
yet never to be gone
always within us
where they live forever
we live forward
becoming all those moments
as we grow
with each opportunity
we become
more or less
we gain courage and live with integrity
or we remain hidden
we make these choices every instant we live –
every moment ours to decide:
to be,
or not to be?
yes, Mr. Shakespeare,
that, is still, the question.

AL 2/27/14

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real love changes your lifestyle

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There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love. 1 John 4:18

When love’s got hold of you, there isn’t a lie in the universe that can hold you, or pull you apart.

Let the broken say: when you’re bruised by lies, believe truth and whisper it louder: I am my beloved’s.
– Ann Voskamp

There are bees all over
making love to the lavender
I, the daughter of Eve,
think about my bad choices.
revel in grace abundant,
that gently saves me from my self.
shy sunflowers
remind me of forgiveness.
the garden gnome and the smiling turtles
remind me of when I tried so hard.
nothing was easy.
I worked for two.
carrying a load made to share.
Love…is a holy experience
Yes and Amen!
so is life!

the sparkling red bird feeder
keeps reminding me
to stop trying so hard.
I never ever need to –
the birds come,
when it’s full they eat;
when it’s empty they fly
to find provision
at the next place.
always
there is provision.
they never whine or complain –
just fly!
knowing.
trusting.

the cool breeze makes me smile.
I think about sharing the empty chair
with someone
who prays for me.
who prays with me.
who could sit in silent company
with me.
breathing it all in.
loving it all out.
sharing.
open.
transparent.
speaking these miracles
in new ways, to open me
to more wonder,
while sharing
the same heart,
the same thirst.

There’s intimacy in the air tonight
God is walking with me
in the cool of the evening
Eden is ch-ch-changing
Welcoming me home.
Well done, my child
passion flames in the gathering dusk.
the mystery is growing ever larger.
our possibilities are unlimited.

AL 7/11/13

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home. where we belong.

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#349 climb

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We climb mountains
We get back up when we fall
We keep fighting for our dreams
We refuse to die, while there is breath within our lungs
We stare our suffering in the eye
and walk straight through the dark forest with courage.
trusting our steps will not fall
We will not fail
We are warriors
We are the chosen
We are strong yet soft
We know ourselves
Acknowledge our weaknesses
seeking for truth
Bow in humility when we make a mistake
Easily say the words –
forgive me and I forgive you.
Light glows within us
We are the children
We are the beloved
We are the followers
of this gentle man Christ
who comes to us right where we are
but never leaves us there
from glory to glory
we are learning to be holy
as we walk the mountains
and valleys
listening for the call
thirsty for grace
abandoned to love
eyes to the sky
lifting up this man
who freely gives us all good things
peace unshakable
Joy unending
Patience to wait for a drop more of this un-understandable mystery
Love unconditional and unlimited
we are free
to be who we were created to be
we do nothing from guilt or manipulation
our love songs come from gratitude
expressions of love pour out unfettered
joyful
We speak with authority
not to judge
but from experience
nothing can rip our faith from our hearts
we Know that we Know
deep calls to deep
because we have seen with our eyes
heard with our ears
been moved in direct opposition to our own selfishness.
and so we climb
Ever upward and outward
towards the stars
toward the heavens.
They say God saves his best work
for the inside of things.
May it be so, Lord.
May it be so.

AL 10/17/13

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tree-like wisdom

In a meadow stands a small tree
of whom nothing is asked,

snow at its feet, a bird song
weaving through its branches.

This day is not a test, a burden.
No need to accomplish or experience.

I am given to this day as a gift,
to be present, to bear my light,

to witness this glory,
to return thanks.
_________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

In the land
of words,
I stand as still
as a tree
and let the words
rain down on me.
Come, rain, bring
your knowledge and your
music. Sing
while I grow green
and full.
I’ll stand as still
as a tree,
and let your blessings
fall on me.
_________________
by Eloise Greenfield

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hope is that thing…

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starting over

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Every day is a fresh beginning,
Listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, in spite of all sorrows
And older sinning,
Troubles forecasted
And possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.
– Susan Coolidge

Im having a do-over day.
It’s a little shorter than most days,
but that’s ok.
In the first half of my do-over day,
(which is in bad need of redemption).
Somewhere between my alarm going off
and me reaching for my phone to check my email,
this day twisted
and went sour.
Not just a little sour,
rancid sour,
like clumpy milk and spoiled eggs mixed together.
I spent much of my day trying,
desperately,
to get my balance,
regain my equilibrium,
stem the tidal waves of fear and disappointment.
Sooooo…
at approximately 4:45 PM EST,
I decided to start it over.
I said a cheery ‘hello there’
to my new day and then
I got in the shower and rewashed myself
and my hair.
I got out and made myself a first cup of coffee for my new morning
and I drank it wrapped in my bathrobe.
Dried my hair
Reapplied my makeup
(which had not survived my many bouts of crying in the bad, rotten day before)
and dressed myself to go about my new day.
In this day there will be music and laughter.
There will be fresh friendship and good food.
In this day I will give thanks and I will keep calm and carry on.
I am grateful for this new day.
New mercies.
New grace.
New strength.
New thoughts.
New choices.
Tally-ho, old chap,
Top O’ the morning to you,
lovely second sunrise today,
don’t you think?

AL 2/21/2014

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contributing a worthwhile verse

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.

That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

Walt Whitman

Love your enemies
and pray for those who persecute you.
If you love those who love you, what reward do you have?
Do not even the tax collectors do the same?
—Matthew 5.44, 46

We’re afraid to be nonviolent partly because we can’t be sure of the outcome. We’re afraid we’ll pray for our enemies and they’ll still be our enemies. Maybe. But here’s the miracle: the power of love is such that the act itself is the result, no matter what happens next. The oppressor is not likely to be freely choosing his evil. He’s probably at the mercy of fear and bitterness and loneliness, unable to break free, unable to chose compassion, unable even to see his injustice. He’s just doing what “tax collectors” do. But when we act in love, we we are freely choosing. (We get the upper hand: we’re more free than the oppressor!) Our freedom, not his bondage, determines how we live. We have set ourselves free. That’s no small outcome.

We’re afraid to be nonviolent partly because we can’t be sure of the outcome. We’re afraid we’ll pray for our enemies and they’ll still be our enemies. Maybe. But here’s the miracle: the power of love is such that the act itself is the result, no matter what happens next. The oppressor is not likely to be freely choosing his evil. He’s probably at the mercy of fear and bitterness and loneliness, unable to break free, unable to chose compassion, unable even to see his injustice. He’s just doing what “tax collectors” do. But when we act in love, we we are freely choosing. (We get the upper hand: we’re more free than the oppressor!) Our freedom, not his bondage, determines how we live. We have set ourselves free. That’s no small outcome.

Moreover, when we choose to love our enemy we create an alternative world. When someone is cruel, we create a world of kindness anyway, and invite them to choose to enter it. That world of grace and compassion exists whether or not they choose to enter it. It has power. Love creates a gravitational field that changes how everything in it behaves, even if no one can see it.

Jesus’ teaching is no wimpy excuse for passivity. It’s a call to live with the courage to make our own choices, to trust in the power of our own fully realized being, to refuse to let another person—especially one who’s in bondage to fear—determine our way of living. When we make our own choices we create a new world. When we make those choices in love, we open a door for others into that world. We change the outcomes that are possible. Indeed, when we love our enemy all of reality is changed.

_________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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all the hidden things

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All the things hidden in my heart,
I, like Mary,
watching and observing Jesus.
Being the witness of the unseen miracles.
The keeper of all I have seen.
My faith is real,
because I have experienced great acts of God,
faithfulness
on the inside, and outside, of my life,
In the daily progression of my journey.
You can’t take any of it away from me.
I know what I have seen.
I know my personal transformation of heart.
This is not my daddy’s faith
This is not my momma’s relationship.
This is all mine.
Intimacy
Walking together.
Miracles.
Clouds and colors,
falling stars and pillars of fire,
pointing the way.
Falling in love.
Commitment.
Yes, the words of Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount
changed my life.
When I began to try to live them daily.
When I stepped into the great unknown.
Became an observer of my own soul.
Became open to the door of the unknown.
Became comfortable with being uncomfortable.
Became strong in the divine otherness within me.
Fell in passionate love with grace.
Fell in love with this great, incomprehensible love.
Walked through the unlocked door into freedom.
All the hidden things will be revealed
All the hidden things will be proclaimed
All the hidden things will be shouted from the rooftops.
All the hidden things will be joyfully sung at the top of my lungs.
All the hidden things will remain hidden no more.
Glory rises as the sun rises.
Glory rises as the sun sets.

AL 10/19/13

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go deep for happiness

You can guess about anything
Tell yourself answers that sound good.
Convincing.
Convicting.
Make up endings
like all good fairy tales.
But guessing,
Making up the endings,
Wont make it so.
Only staying open
To the unexpected.
To the glory in the grey.
Eyes wide open.
The messy truth
will create truth and peace.
Acting on a made up premise
keeps us trapped.
Looking.
Seeing,
with true eyes of understanding,
sets us free
and brings us wisdom.
True love.
The narrow way of honesty brings life.
Way down deep –
It always is what it is
Now, in this moment,
and for all eternity.

AL 10/16/13

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