life: acoustic & amplified
poetry, quotes & thoughts about life
Archive for the month “March, 2014”
just a few of my very favorite things…
art and artichokes and adventures
Brandon and berries and benches
cupcakes and cookies and colors
days and dreams and dragonflies
elephants and eggs and Easter
friends and fun and forests
green and generosity and grace
home and humor and honesty
ice and intelligence and integrity
joy and journeys and jungles
kindness and Krista and Kacie
laughter and lockets and love
moments and memories and music
nature and nuts and niceness
openness and ovens and opals
pearls and places and people
quiet and quartets and quips
raspberries and rings and romance
stars and songs and silence
today and tranquility and telephones
umbrellas and underwear and uniqueness
vulnerability and velvet and volume
weather and words and woods
x-games and xylophones and x’s
yes and yellow and yolo
zebras and zeniths and zzzzzzz’s
AL 3/14/14
God created man because He loves stories. – Elie Wiesel
Respect for oneself should mean that if one wants to tell one’s story, it should be worthy of telling. Since story is widely used in psychology, spirituality and sociology, a deepening of the mystery of what story is would serve to illuminate the beauty that dwells deep in the individual life.
– John O’Donohue
Heavenly Mother, you birth me in love.
Give me life anew.
You create new worlds.
Create me again.
You sustain me moment by moment.
Birth me in love.
Living One, you are the Breath.
I am your song. Sing me.
You are the wind.
I am mist. Carry me where you will.
You are my Spirit.
I am your flesh. Move in me.
Beloved, you call me in mystery.
Show me the road.
You promise me blessing.
Bear me into the unknowing.
You ask my trust.
Holy One, be my journey.
Born of water and Spirit,
I flow by your grace.
Born of water and Spirit,
I flow by your grace.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net
The answer is simple, but not easy: be radically yourself. – Mastin Kipp
So what if we really paid attention
and nickel-and-dimed life away
on afternoon tag by the cedars.
A string of bare toes with a stack of old books.
This one lone bowl filling with morning light.
Day after day, shelling out slow mindfulness
on whatnots of amazing grace,
collecting pieces of God-glory.
This buying of a bit of medicine
that cures ADD of the soul.
– Ann Voskamp
living word
Living word
for a living world
in this new and living day
change me
transform my heart
give me words of love
courage to speak them
breath to fill me
abundance to share every where I go
and grace to move out of your way
to allow Your light to shine through my windows
Amen
AL 3/16/13
God’s purpose in our woundedness is to bring to being the highest form of beauty.
The beauty that emerges from woundedness is a beauty infused with feeling; a beauty different from the beauty of landscape and the cold beauty of perfect form. This beauty that has suffered its way through the ache of desolation until the words or music emerged to equal the hunger or desperation at its heart.
Not all woundedness succeeds in finding its way through to beauty of form. Most woundedness remains hidden, lost inside forgotten and pain filled silence.
Where woundedness can be refined into beauty a wonderful transfiguration takes place.
Compassion is one of the most beautiful presences a person can being to the world and most compassion is born from one’s own woundedness.
When you have felt deep emotional pain and hurt, you are able to imagine what the pain of others is like; their suffering touches you.
The greatest evil and destruction arises when people are unable to feel compassion.
The beauty of compassion continues to shelter and save our world.
– John O’Donohue
road trip
The Sacred
Stephen Dunn
After the teacher asked if anyone had
a sacred place
and the students fidgeted and shrank
in their chairs, the most serious of them all
said it was his car,
being in it alone, his tape deck playing
things he’d chosen, and others knew the truth
had been spoken
and began speaking about their rooms,
their hiding places, but the car kept coming up,
the car in motion,
music filling it, and sometimes one other person
who understood the bright altar of the dashboard
and how far away
a car could take him from the need
to speak, or to answer, the key
in having a key
and putting it in, and going.
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