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Archive for the month “December, 2014”

learn to trust

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The past few weeks I have spent a lot of time in silent prayer. Mainly being patient and listening for God, and in grieving for parents of lost children, and sons and daughters with sick mothers and fathers.
I’ve also been praying for guidance as I keep stepping into this calling of my heart to share my music. Following the pillars of cloud and fire through the wilderness of this American life.
The quest has been oh-so-difficult, fun exhausting, frustrating, joyful, not joyful, interesting and lots of other emotions. Most of all, I have enjoyed getting to know some amazing, very talented people.
Yesterday I was praying about my meeting with one of those people later in the evening and I got a warning in my spirit not to go. As I tested this thought, to see if it was real (we are told to try the spirits) the song Home By Another Way came popping into my head.

Within 30 minutes I opened Facebook and someone had posted this picture:

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As I continued to pray I KNEW I was being re-directed, and I cancelled the meeting – tactfully and graciously.
I can’t say why this happened. It has happened a few times in the past and I always honor it. I really try not to imagine the why of the message. I don’t have to know why. I just know it’s very important for me to follow God in faith and trust that the spirit knows much more than I do in my flesh.
Not even sure why I’m supposed to share this today, but feel as though I’m supposed to…
One thing is for sure – The life of faith is never boring!

Trust that when the answer is no, there’s a better YES down the road.
— Unknown

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fly free

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Carry her over the water,
And set her down under the tree,
Where the culvers white all day and all night,
And the winds from every quarter,
Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.

Put a gold ring on her finger,
And press her close to your heart,
While the fish in the lake their snapshots take,
And the frog, that sanguine singer,
Sings agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.

The streets shall all flock to your marriage,
The houses turn round to look,
The tables and chairs say suitable prayers,
And the horses drawing your carriage
Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.

Carry her over the water by W.H. Auden

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Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality,
Nay, it is Deity
– Emily Dickinson

notice

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The funny thing is that in spite of the euphoria one feels upon entering paradise, cloaked in miracles, surrounded by angels, love, and unimaginable beauty, it gradually becomes all they know, commonplace, ordinary, and then, shockingly… invisible.

Yep, I’m talking about life on earth. Right?

Yippee-kai-yay,
The Universe
http://www.tut.com

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If day after day I was caught inside
this muffle and hush

I would notice how birches
move with a lovely hum of spirits,

how falling snow is a privacy
warm as the space for sleeping,

how radiant snow is a dream
like leaving behind the body

and rising into that luminous place
where sometimes you meet

the people you’ve lost. How
silver branches scrawl their names

in tangled script against the white.
How the curves and cheekbones

of all my loved ones appear
in the polished marble of drifts.

Shoveling Snow by Kirsten Dierking

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what then should we do?

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Spirit of the Mighty, Gentle One,
come upon me, anoint me.
I see the oppressed.
I name them; I hold them close.

Make my life into good news for them.

I see the brokenhearted.
I name them; I hold them close.

Give me gentle grace to bind up their hearts.

I see the imprisoned.
I name them; I hold them close.

Give me true words and deeds to release them.

I see the ruined cities.
I name them; I hold them close.

Make me a part of their building up.

Spirit of God, be upon me.
I see my own ruins, my chains.
Hold me close
and set me free, that I may be
your good news for others.
__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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the miracle of human love is helplessness. – David Whyte

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in the fullness of time

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The authority of God made all creation. But it was the affection of God that made all His children.
You are made of the dust of this earth, and you are made of the happiness of heaven. You are flesh and you are spirit, and you are of two worlds longing for the home of forever and Him.
No matter your story before, this is your beginning now: you were formed by Love…for love.
– Ann Voskamp

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The universe doesn’t give you what you ask for with your thoughts, it gives you what you demand with your actions. – Steve Maraboli

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The Consequences You Sow
by Madisyn Taylor

The principle of cause and effect is the truth that allows us to better ourselves and the world around us.

All motive and action affects the cosmos in some way. The principle of cause and effect is the truth that allows us to change ourselves and the world around us for the better. However, this same universal law is also at work when change is not at the forefront of our minds. Our intentions flow forever outward in the form of energy, affecting both the people closest to us and billions of individuals we will likely never meet. For this reason, we should strive always to speak, think, and behave with great thoughtfulness and compassion. The virtues we choose to embody can inspire joy and integrity in the lives of countless people, whether we touch their existence directly or not.

The influence we wield is infinite. In an effort to internalize our conscious understanding of the nature of cause and effect, we can never truly know how our thoughts, emotions, words, or actions will manifest themselves on the larger universal stage because it is likely that the furthest-reaching effects will fall outside the range of our perception. We can only look to the guidance of our conscience, which will help us determine whether each of our choices is contributing to humanity’s illumination or setting the stage for unintended troubles. When we are in doubt, we need only remember that the cultivation of altruism inevitably leads to a harvest of goodwill and grace. Motivated by a sincere desire to spread goodness, we will be naturally drawn to those choices that will help us express our commitment to universal well-being.

Nothing you do, however minor or mundane, is ever exempt from the rules of cause and effect. From the moment of your birth, you have served as an agent of change, setting forces beyond your comprehension into motion across the surface of the earth and beyond. You can exert conscious control over this transformative energy simply by examining your intentions and endeavoring always to promote peace, positive energy, and passion in your ideas and actions. While you may never fully comprehend the extent of your purposefully heartfelt influence, you can rest assured that it will be universally felt.

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the 🍏 project

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It all started about a month ago, Jen Lemen, over at Hopeful World http://hopefulworld.org/ showed up in my email inbox, which always makes me smile.

I enjoy Jen’s words, her heart, her search for love, her work in the world, and her vulnerability in being human. That day Jen wrote about baking her magic apple cake and sending one lucky reader a slice.

Well, seems like me, and about 45 or so others, were feeling lucky…and so we sent our requests to be selected!! Jen wrote a lovely response back saying such nice things and including, ‘You may have misread me, I only meant one person!’ and she sent the magical apple cake recipe (paraphrasing Jen’s words and loved her written recipe, which looked very interesting and yummy to the baker side of me).

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I totally got her panic and it made me laughed and reply something like, ‘one lottery selection is fine, and that I felt very lucky and knew I was going to be eating apple cake soon’

Then…next day. I believe, there arrives another message from Jen and this one says something along the lines of, ‘All the responses had made her think about community and what if we could all eat cake? All of the people could get slices of cake and tea and we could all eat from the same shared cake and we could all be connected in this very special way. Wouldn’t that be a really good thing to happen in the world?’

To which I said, ‘YAY!’

Well, I like this all very much and I am totally inspired by Jen’s Let Them Eat Apple Cake thoughts and words. And I am inspired, at that moment, by my local apple orchard, Bishop’s Orchard http://www.bishopsorchards.com/ who is at the very same time, doing their yearly Random Acts of Apples and delivering apples to people who need them. And by my friend, Robin OK, who had just been to visit me and had experienced apple karma and we had gone for apples for her trip, taken pictures of her in front of the apple sign at Bishop’s!

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And so…I write Jen and I ask if she needs me to help? I would love to be part of this project and bake a few magical apple cakes and send them out, with much love, on her behalf (per her vision and instructions), and, the short version of what Jen said is, ‘Yes, thank you, that would be lovely.’

Over the past few weeks I have slowly and steadily prepared and walked toward the magic apples and over the past three days I have executed Operation Apple Cake! On the two year anniversary of my descent into the dark night of the soul, two years from arriving at a place of no hope, I stood in the light and baked two yummy apple cakes with so much joy, gratitude and hope which connected me to people from California to NJ and many places in between. Yesterday I mailed out my 15 boxes of chucky magic apple cake to amazing women I may never know, but will always be connected to through loving prayer and apple cake, and, I must say, I have not felt so good in many a moon!

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The post office people totally enjoyed the story of the apple cake for the world and have requested pieces for themselves, which is a wish I feel that I want to fulfill – they are a vital part of the cake delivery process, so, looks like I will be making more apple cake before this project is completed.

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Not everyone gets it, of course. I was telling a girl at the cafe about my appley project and she said, ‘Why would you do that? What do you get from them?’

At one time in life I would have tried to explain to her about how important these things are in the world. Now I just smile and say, ‘I get to have a happy heart!’ and I go my way with said happiness trailing along like Pigpen’s dust trails. Yes, surely, goodness and mercy follow me all the days of my life! (don’t call me Shirley 😃)

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I feel so fortunate to have been a part of this project, so blessed to be able to share, care and send love into the world one small box o’ cake at a time!

Thanks, Jen Lemen, for bringing hope and love into the world and allowing me to be a part of such a very cool project!

ACL 12/5/14

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http://dharmacomics.com
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what if?

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I ask myself, if I mattered – what would I do?

If it mattered that I connect with The Divine, what would I do?

If it were vital to make other people feel like they matter, what would I do?
– Mastin Kipp
http://thedailylove.com

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Live one moment at a time and that moment for God. Don’t think of a holy life for that will overwhelm you by its immensity. Remember that a holy life is a series of holy moments. —Source Unknown

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Dearly Beloved,

Grace and Peace to you.

Comfort, O comfort my people, says your God.
Speak tenderly to Jerusalem,
and cry to her that she has served her term,
that her penalty is paid,
that she has received from the Lord’s hand
double for all her sins.
A voice cries out:
“In the wilderness prepare the way of the Lord,
make straight in the desert a highway for our God.”
—Isaiah 40.1-3

The Word of God, a word of comfort,
comes to exiles far from home.

Through the impassable you are given a way
to a place of belonging.

Your passage to freedom has been prepared.
The Companion is ready now.

A tender hand reaches out to you
to accompany you on the way toward wholeness,

through the desert, the wild places.
Through strange and difficult places,

a wilderness way across borders, under fences.
The path of healing is also the path of pain.

The journey will be dangerous, on the run.
You will depend on strangers. Carry water.

Share mercy with the others on the secret road
through the desert. You will find sanctuary.

Sister, listen to the gentle Word: O comfort…
Take the hand, and begin.

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

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So grateful for these promises on this pilgrimage any-which way the wind blows God is always faithful. So grateful for little white church buildings and God orchestrated connections!! xo
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Wait, for now.
Distrust everything if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven’t they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again.
Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become interesting.
Second-hand gloves will become lovely again;
their memories are what give them
the need for other hands. And the desolation
of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness
carved out of such tiny beings as we are
asks to be filled; the need
for the new love is faithfulness to the old.

Wait.
Don’t go too early.
You’re tired. But everyone’s tired.
But no one is tired enough.
Only wait a little and listen:
music of hair,
music of pain,
music of looms weaving all our loves again.
Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,
most of all to hear
the flute of your whole existence,
rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.

“Wait” by Galway Kinnell

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