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Archive for the month “August, 2014”

offering

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Offer your bodies as a living sacrifice.
—Romans 12.1

Because it is holy,
God’s gift to you,
molded from God’s clay,
and not some bad thing,
root of sin, vessel of shame—
holy, every part of it,
even though you could lose a few
or cut your hair different,
it is what God gave you,
it is all you have.
Because it’s how you sacrifice yourself,
giving it to God and not getting it back,
every moment, every step,
every gesture a prayer.
Because it’s wonderful,
the webbing between your thumb and finger,
the landscape of your palm
and its memories,
the stories around your eyes.
Because it is your wisdom,
the muscle memory of faith,
like the lobsterman whose legs know
the sea and the boat and the weight,
how you know the weight
of the water you take the plants,
the food you’ve given,
the feel of bowing in gratitude or humility,
the rush of singing poorly, joyfully,
head back, eyes closed,
the heat in your chest when you risk
some love or forgiveness.
Because it is how you move in the world,
what and how you eat,
your nearness to others,
your breathing in and out, so faithfully.
Because how else will God know
what it is like
to walk on this earth?
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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That day I carried the dream around like a full glass of water, moving gracefully so I would not lose any of it. – Miranda July

oh yeah, it’s a brand spankin’ new day!!’

You wake with
no aches
in the arms
of your beloved
to the smell of fresh coffee
you eat a giant breakfast
with no thought
of carbs
there is time to read
with a purring cat on your lap
later you walk by the ocean
with your dog
on this cut crystal day
your favorite music and the sun
fill the house
a short delicious nap
under a fleece throw
comes later
and the phone doesn’t ring
at dusk you roast a chicken,
bake bread, make an exquisite
chocolate cake
for some friends
you’ve been missing
someone brings you an
unexpected present
and the wine is just right with the food
after a wonderful party
you sink into sleep
in a clean nightgown
in fresh sheets
your sweetheart doesn’t snore
and in your dreams
an old piece of sadness
lifts away

“The Perfect Day” by Alice N. Persons

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play it again, Sam

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perhaps we are
saving each other
one song at a time
reborn, drowning
in these oceans of grace
endlessly moving
wind, waves, water
kissing the shore
achingly beautiful
true colors
of black and white
melting together, dancing
in and out
through each other
ever weaving, creating
new life
filling the empty
emptying the full
like music
itself

AL 8/18/14

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choices

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I look around for a poem today.
I search for words
to flow in a pattern.
Hoping they will fall out –
knowing it’s not that kinda day.
I feel off,
disjointed.
I will have to dig for words today.
Will what I uncover be pretty or painful?
Raw or honeyed?
I’m just not sure.
There is both bitter and sweet
right below my surface,
floating inside my mind,
waiting to be wrangled,
to be captured by my waiting pen.
My hand will clench it,
in customary fashion,
to mark them into being.
Pure white paper
will be scarred to receive them.
What will I choose to leave behind me today
for others to find?
Like the trails of the fallen,
the broken,
the explorers,
the saints.
Will I choose words of wisdom
simple sweet,
or words of sharpened justice
like the stinging of the bee?

AL 8/13/13

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the natural

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Biology: Course Review
by Marilyn McEntyre

If you forget what axons do,
or how a virus invades a cell,
remember this—

that light becomes food.
That the seasons rhyme,
a different word each time

turning soil into living song.
That all things work together.
Even death. Even decay.

That this is the way
of the world we got: what is given
grows by grace and care

and knows what it needs.
That life is strong, and precarious,
full of devices and desires.

That what we hold in common
may not be owned. Control
is costly. Close attention

is the reverence due
whatever lives and moves,
mutant and quick and clever.

That our neighbors—
the plankton, the white pine,
the busy nematodes—

serve us best
in reciprocal gratitude:
what they receive, they give.

The way the heart accepts
what the vein delivers and sends it on,
again. Again.

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if there is light it will find you – Charles Bukowski

In “Farewell to Arms” Ernest Hemingway wrote, “The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.”
– Ocean Palmer quotes EH
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Grace, that miracle which even the darkest night can’t consume — grace that miracle that can only consume you.

Light can pry through the dark. A shaft can come through a window like a lifeline.

The birds on a wire can someday sing —
We have heard them.

– Ann Voskamp
http://www.aholywxperience.com

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Time Stops for Only the Greats: the Loss of Robin Williams

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2014/aug/12/russell-brand-robin-williams-divine-madness-broken-world

http://www.aholyexperience.com/2014/08/what-the-church-christians-need-to-know-about-suicide-mental-health/

Depression and the Gift of Grief

the dark show

There was a definite cracking sound
It came from that place inside
Secret Deep
Like the milky way
Or the center of the earth
Or heaven
More possibly hell
– At least half way to one
or all
of those places
Like winter ice in the springtime thaw
The sound was unmistakeable
Now I feel it moving outward
from that secret place
Like an inchworm
Made of glass
Or razor blades
I wonder if half of me will
suddenly
Melt down onto the floor
Like a bizarre murder in an action movie
Where the camera stays still
watching
to catch
The guy who just got slashed through
From the sword of justice
Looking normal
for suspended moments
Then
Slowly
The smile still on his lips
One piece slides to the floor
While the other stays upright
To the delight
of the eager
bloodthirsty
cheering
audience –
All of whom I know

12/4/12

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Don’t mistake movement for achievement. It’s easy to get faked out by being busy. The question is: “Busy doing what?” – Jim Rohn

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Most people are not apathetic fools—they are engaged and intelligent beyond measure. It’s just that they spend a shocking amount of time studying foolish things, and so they have gained great intelligence in the inconsequential. They know dozens of batting averages, celebrity baby names, and trivial anecdotes from the latest news alert. They know more about television characters than their coworkers; more about the freeway traffic ahead than their financial future; more about the new tech toy than what’s truly missing from their lives.

This of course, does not describe everyone. Yet we have the average American watching four hours of television per day. This amounts to around 13 years of his or her lifetime. Yes, that’s 13 years 24/7 in front of the boob tube. Those years slip by episode-to-episode, and often feel like rest and entertainment. But all research shows they amount to very little joy or meaning in one’s day or life.

The cost is immense: had those 13 years been used for vital and productive endeavor, they would amass to nearly $1,000,000 more in wages and over $2,000,000 in investment opportunity. Let’s not forget how those 13 years could have been used to deepen friendships, travel, create more art, learn languages, develop world-class expertise, contribute, enjoy love, or live life as a human rather than a gape-mouthed consumer of waste.

While television isn’t stealing everyone’s four hours, most of us now suffer from a sort of recurring “browser blackout” or “app amnesia,” losing hours of time each day on our computer or mobile devices without any recollection of what we saw or accomplished. Distraction reigns.

And so the outcome is we have tremendously engaged and intelligent people often tragically consuming and learning meaningless things. We are busy, but at what? We are smart, but at what? We are engaged, but with what?

Not everyone is so lost, but this might help explain the melancholy one feels in our society. For what could be worse than for smart, engaging people to finish their lifetimes without much to show for it but the ability to win a pop culture trivia contest?

Let us refocus our attentions now, for our dreams and our families are waiting on us and there is so much to be felt and enjoyed in life.

Brendon Burchard – Live. Love. Matter.

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How can I forget that the only thing that we’re always really teaching is love? – Ann Voskamp

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What if this is the last thing I ever write?
What if I’m gone
tomorrow,
or even today?
What is the most important thing I have learned
from my time here?
Not even hard questions for me to answer:

God = Love

Yes, that’s it.
Sounds simple,
yet it is so much more.
We are the beloved creations of God,
never alone,
loved beyond our comprehension.
Begin to explore it.
Just glimpses of this true, pure love
will change your life.
Begin to discover,
excavate the truth,
about what love really is,
how it acts,
what it looks like,
the intimacy possible,
the truth
of trust without borders.
(We’ve been tricked into thinking
it’s about physical attraction,
or that it’s self-serving)
Real love has NO fear attached.
No agenda, no claims, no hoops to jump.
None.
We are free to be transparent,
accepted as we are.
free to be our best, and highest, selves.
We are always loved like this.
Every breath.
We are given the free will to decide to choose it,
or not.
Hope we talk tomorrow…
but, if not,
I’ve shared the best thing I know.
Don’t worry –
I’m ok –
either way!

AL 12/16/12

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yes

You do not have to choose the bruised peach
or misshapen pepper others pass over.
You don’t have to bury
your grandmother’s keys underneath
her camellia bush as the will states.

You don’t need to write a poem about
your grandfather coughing up his lung
into that plastic tube—the machine’s wheezing
almost masking the kvetching sisters
in their Brooklyn kitchen.

You can let the crows amaze your son
without your translation of their cries.
You can lie so long under this
summer shower your imprint
will be left when you rise.

You can be stupid and simple as a heifer.
Cook plum and apple turnovers in the nude.
Revel in the flight of birds without
dreaming of flight. Remember the taste of
raw dough in your mouth as you edged a pie.

Feel the skin on things vibrate. Attune
yourself. Close your eyes. Hum.
Each beat of the world’s pulse demands
only that you feel it. No thoughts.
Just the single syllable: Yes …

See the homeless woman following
the tunings of a dead composer?
She closes her eyes and sways
with the subways. Follow her down,
inside, where the singing resides.

“Permission Granted” by David Allen Sullivan

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