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Archive for the month “July, 2015”

we came here


 Proof of Heaven

this was the reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little you may know me better there.      – Aslan
We are brought places so that we may know God, just a little, better here in this broken world. We are given glimpses, shaded bits of glory, the pieces we are ready for, come to us, changing our lives forever, as we attempt to absorb this brilliance, so far beyond our understanding. We grapple and try, to open our minds ever wider. We try to share, in ways we are able, this new understanding, this life changing knowledge, knowing how difficult it is to understand. We could never have understood these things happening before we went through it for ourselves, yet we also know it is too important to keep to ourselves, and we understand that, IF we, who are just ordinary people, have experienced this, (and we cannot deny we have) then it is possible for others as well. 
And so, we try. We put it into inadequate words and we share it however we are called, this unexpected knowledge we have been given, even as we are just a bit embarrassed at the position it puts us in. It seems like it was a little simpler before these revelations. Yet it is also the best gift we have ever experienced and we just want others to know, to share it, to open to amazing grace. As Anne LaMotte says, ‘God’s grace comes to us right where we are, but never leaves us there’. 
When we find fellow travelers, who have experienced similar things, it is joyous and wonderful to share. It gives us strength, hope and allows us to open ourselves to even more of the unlimited possibilities which are ever present and possible as we move through this place and into the place where we are so intimately known, so completely beloved and so permanently connected. 


Listen to Carrie Underwood sing How Great Thou Art

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covers off

You cant wake someone 

pretending to be asleep

You cant talk to someone

pretending to listen

You can’t touch someone

pretending to be interested 

You can’t connect with someone 

pretending to be your friend 

You can’t teach someone anything 

pretending to know everything 

You can’t satisfy someone 

pretending to be perfect

You can’t give enough to someone 

pretending to be grateful 

You can’t change the world 

pretending to be kind

You can’t heal your heart 

pretending it’s not hurting 

You can’t solve a problem 

pretending you haven’t got one

You cant be loved by someone 

pretending to be ready for love

You can’t find the truth 

pretending it’s a lie

It is what it is

Pretending never really works…

but don’t even bother telling that to the pretenders


Listen to The Platters sing Smoke Gets in Your Eyes

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better, best, best-est

Tired and hungry, late in the day, impelled

to leave the house and search for what

might lift me back to what I had fallen away from,

I stood by the shore waiting.

I had walked in the silent woods:

the trees withdrew into their secrets.

Dusk was smoothing breadths of silk

over the lake, watery amethyst fading to gray.

Ducks were clustered in sleeping companies

afloat on their element as I was not

on mine. I turned homeward, unsatisfied.

But after a few steps, I paused, impelled again

to linger, to look North before nightfall-the expanse

of calm, of calming water, last wafts

of rose in the few high clouds.

And was rewarded:

the heron, unseen for weeks, came flying

widewinged toward me, settled

just offshore on his post,

took up his vigil.

                               If you ask

why this cleared a fog from my spirit,

I have no answer.


A Reward by Denise Levertov 


            Day ends, and before sleep
                         when the sky dies down, consider

          your altered state: has this day

            changed you? Are the corners

         sharper or rounded off? Did you

       live with death? Make decisions

   that quieted? Find one clear word

            that fit? At the sun’s midpoint

    did you notice a pitch of absence,

        bewilderment that invites

          the possible? What did you learn

     from things you dropped and picked up

         and dropped again? Did you set a straw

     parallel to the river, let the flow

            carry you downstream?


Questions Before Dark by Jeanne Lohmann


Photos by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT

We are not masters of this world, we participate in its life. – Thomas MooreΒ 


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Care of the soul requires ongoing attention to every aspect of life. Essentially it is a cultivation of ordinary things in such a way that soul is nurtured and fostered. 

         – Thomas Moore

 Fireworks photos by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT


Recognize what is before your eyes, and what is hidden will be revealed to you. 

   – The Gospel of Thomas


Listen to Katy Perry sing Firework

The final mystery is oneself. When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens star by star, there still remains oneself. 

Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul? 

    – Oscar Wilde


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 There is a teaching that says that behind all hardening and tightening and rigidity of the heart, there’s always fear. But if you touch fear, behind fear there is a soft spot. And if you touch that soft spot, you find the vast blue sky. You find that which is ineffable, ungraspable, and unbiased, that which can support and awaken us at any time. 
  – Pema Chodron






Listen to JJ Heller sing What Love Really Means


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practice the hardest virtue Β Β 

The phoebe sits on her nest

Hour after hour, 

Day after day, 

Waiting for life to burst out 

From under her warmth. 
Can I weave a nest for silence, 

Weave it out of listening, 


Layer upon layer? 
But one must first become small, 

Nothing but a presence, 

Attentive as a nesting bird, 

Proffering no slightest wish,

No tendril of a wish 

Toward anything that might happen 

Or be given, 

Only the warm, faithful waiting, 

Contained in one’s smallness. 

Beyond the question, the silence. 

Before the answer, the silence.


Beyond the Question, 1 by May Sarton



Listen to Playing for Change sing Gimme Shelter

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A great read from one of my favorite writers. A holy Experience by Ann Voskamp



communication Β 

  the bright, glowing world opens my heart in beauty –

 there’s this summer song

of cool wind on my skin, 

playing sweet, soft percussion through the tall, lush marsh grass

gentle water laps at the sand

invisible birds singing in surround sound

visible ones splash and dive for breakfast

patient, yet very aware

my heart resonates with the language we have spoken

the songs we have sung

the rich vibrations of our connection

over the past months…

over the past two days…

today’s fresh sun warms my back

my shadow sits large

writing poems

this morning

this day

this moment

in silence birthing 

my gratitude

my pleasure

 my gift

my life

thank you 

for being you,

for reaching out,

for holding my hand 

and my heart πŸ’ž



Listen to John Legend sing All of Me 

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The first 50 years are for learning the second 50 years are for living.Β Β – awesome truth overheard by Joan Jacobs

Listen to Ed Sheeran sing Thinking Out Loud

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stylin’ myself

I have always loved fashion

I still remember my shiny red rain boots 

before I was even in first grade. 

that blue satin dress

with puffy sleeves,

the purple gingham smock top worn with white bell bottoms. 

I still remember the feeling 

of falling in love with the words 

‘desert boots’ on the school bus. 

all through my life fashion has been

my field of study

what looks good with what, 

on which body type,

what shoe looks best with what look,

it all matters in some weird way, 

and yes, I am a believer in

shoes make the outfit. 


There are days when I enjoy 

carrying on a family tradition 

of really bad fashion

I remember my grandmother

free and easy

in old men’s pants with rips and tears in unfortunate places

old shirts, ripped and shabby. 

Plaids and stripes of different colors and generations

smelling of pipe tobacco and mothballs,

mixed with house coats and bare feet,

occasionally high heels from a different day.  

I remember my embarrassment,

and my wonder at her courage,

to wear these things 

in public

(Declaring I would NEVER do such a thing)

and then to dance in them for us, 

my cheeks would burn

the many times she blatantly revealed to all present 

She was ‘commando’ 

(long before I knew what that term meant)
I remember my Aunt Margie

wearing ripped and way too thin 


T-shirts and long-johns

Mis-matched and 

way to revealing 

to be comfortable

for anyone but her. 

My Uncle Buddy used to say,

A stitch in time…saves embarrassment! 

Neither listened. 
I smile at myself today when I chose a mix of plaids and stripes,

colors clashing cheerfully,

sweat pants and flip flops

my hair flying in the air

I wear a smile and there’s passion in my eyes. 

Revealing my faith 

and the firm belief that,

in a moment, 

anything could happen. 

It makes me happy every time

I catch my colorful, jumbled reflection in a mirror,

or the microwave door. 

I feel connected and rooted to my ancestors. 

The ones of family folk lore, 

who wore fur coats in the summertime and had fights in the middle of church –

sisters pushing each other off the organ stool…

just because their hair looked good that day 

and they wanted to be seen…
yes, I am a descendant of colorful characters,

ones with imagination and courage,

ones with flair and the brass to stand proud 

and pull off their living, 

and fashion, with

style and grace, or at least,

loads of panache 

and silliness. 
I am now older, 

and a wee bit wiser

from that easily embarrassed, trying to fit in,

 girl I used to be.  

thankfully I have grown comfortable in my own skin. 
I now realize 

the true power of fashion 

is the reflection and revelation of how we view ourselves. 
the true power of style

is the reflection and revelation of our character and creativity. 
the true power of beauty

is the reflection and revelation of how well we know our own personal value(s) –

and respect the value(s) of those around us. 
today I stand in the power of my heritage

the beauty of each person’s worth,

though you will need to look behind and beyond

these stripes and plaids. 

At first glance you may think I made a mistake with my wardrobe today. 

I may not seem to know much about fashion. 

But if you take the time to look,

with new vision, 

you will know I chose this on purpose 

and you will begin to see 

the vastness of this gift,

this legacy I have just begun to 

fully love and appreciate:

beauty is in each one of us,

style is knowing the truth 

of our beauty within 

and letting it shine!


Listen to Tony Bennet & Lady Gaga sing Lady is A Tramp

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listen to your heart

Listen to Sara Barelllis sing Inside Out

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