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Archive for the month “November, 2015”

rewards Β 

  
I made it. It was a rough day. Coukd have ended badly. Thankfully, it didn’t. I am grateful. 

Now I lay in a deliciously squishy, soft bed, hoping my tired, aching body can unclench and go to sleep. I can’t help thinking, what if I had died today. Would anyone care? Many would say nice things, how much I’ve inspired them, how strong I was, that I made thwm feel good about themselves. But would anyone really care? Really miss me? 

Thanks for being with me today. I didn’t feel so alone. πŸ™‚

Good night

here in PA where nuthin’ comes easy…Β 

Soooooooo I’ve been in PA for a while, needing a bathroom break from my earlier Starbucks stop. I always dread PA for this reason. I stopped and got gas and used the bathroom in NJ hoping to beat PA down, but no…

I’m also looking for adventure today so I just relaxed into it and looked for exits…Bethlehem seemed like destiny. I got off and followed the detour towards ‘Historic Downtown’ which, I must confess, I never found. The stable seems to have been replaced – 

 

I saw Pennsylvania RR on both sides of the roads (no easy access bathrooms: ie McD’s, gas…)

 
  
found my way back to 78W and moved on…Allentown surely has handy bathrooms (no signage on highway besides a hospital sign) sure to be fast food there, right? nope…thankfully I found myself a country road! The wildlife at the sancuary respectfully stayed out of sight #thankGodimacountrygirl

   
 
I gratefully head on West when traffic comes to a stop and I happen to be right by an exit. I head off to find the swankiest Arby’s in the world. 

  
Then I make my way outside with my roast beef with x-tra horsey sauce for a picnic with my new friend, Ginger (picture below). She’s gorgeous and we have a great talk. 

 http://youtu.be/FFqb1I-hiHE

Ok, back in the saddle…

  
😘 

somewhere in New Jersey…

  
‘I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it’s very difficult to find anyone.’ 

‘I should think so β€” in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!’

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

 

this morning began at 4! I’ve been on my adventure for a couple hours now. This post is at my first Starbucks stop (chestnut praline latte, how I love thee) more posts and poetry as I go today… ❀️

   
    
 http://youtu.be/dBN86y30Ufc

wherever you go

 

Now I understand that there are two melodies playing, 

one below the other, one easier to hear, the other 
lower, steady, perhaps more faithful for being less heard 

yet always present. 
When all other things seem lively and real, 

this one fades. Yet the notes of it 
touch as gently as fingertips, as the sound 

of the names laid over each child at birth. 
I want to stay in that music without striving or cover. 

If the truth of our lives is what it is playing, 
the telling is so soft 

that this mortal time, this irrevocable change, 
becomes beautiful. I stop and stop again 

to hear the second music. 
I hear the children in the yard, a train, then birds. 

All this is in it and will be gone. I set my ear to it as I would to a heart. 

πŸ’ž

 The Second Music by Annie Lighthart
 

 God is my presence of mind 
My anger 

My passion 

My resistance 

God is my breathe 

My movement 

My flow 

God is my present circumstance 

My living 

My future 

My past 

God is my water 

My fire 

My earth 

My loving 

My glory 

My holy 

God is my music 

My melody 

My harmony

My song 

🎼

AL

  

epic

  
Life is an epic journey 

A pilgrimage 

Not for the faint of heart 

Without the challenging parts of the path 

We grow weak 

Without those things that can kill us 

We grow bored 

We need life to be interesting 

challenging

changing

to feel alive 

Yes, life is a crazy sort of journey 

Welcome to the great adventure 

πŸ’ƒπŸ»

AL

 

 Wild Mercy
The eyes of the future are looking back at us and they are praying for us to see beyond our own time. They are kneeling with hands clasped that we might act with restraint, that we might leave room for the life that is destined to come. To protect what is wild is to protect what is gentle. Perhaps the wildness we fear is the pause between our own heartbeats, the silent space that says we live only by grace. Wilderness lives by this same grace. Wild mercy is in our hands.

– Terry Tempest Williams

Red: Passion and Patience in the Desert Dwellers

 

Listen to Ain’t No Mountain High Enough

hello

   
    
    
   
   
listen to Michael Buble sing Feeling Good

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