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renewal

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Photos without words by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT

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Cross and picture by Vinnie @ Branford Point. Vinnie’s cross and deer (picture above) made as a memorial to his mother, Alice, who passed over Dec 5, 2014
How quietly I
begin again

from this moment
looking at the
clock, I start over

so much time has
passed, and is equaled
by whatever
split-second is present

from this
moment this moment
is the first

Be Still in Haste by Wendell Berry

everybody’s an artist

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It seems to me that
paralleling the paths of action, devotion, etc.,
there is a path called art
and that the sages of the East would recognize
Faulkner, Edward Hopper, Beethoven, William Carlos Williams
and address them as equals.
It’s a matter of attention and discipline, isn’t it?—
combined with a certain God-given ability.
It’s what you’re willing to go through, willing to give, isn’t it?
It’s the willingness to be a window
through which others can see
all the way out to infinity
and all the way back to themselves.

The Way of Art by Albert Huffstickler

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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

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

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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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Thanks-full for you

Ever meet someone who immediately fits right into your bones? Someone you just want to talk to for 5-10-unlimited days straight, just to see where the conversation could take you? Someone who speaks your language, makes you laugh AND gives you chill bumps in that brief encounter? sigh…I hope you have…cause it’s really good!

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Friendship is like a garden. -Al

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Never put a period where God put a comma… – Al

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy;
they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
-Marcel Proust

don’t wait…do it yourself!

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I am so tired of waiting,
Aren’t you,
For the world to become good
And beautiful and kind?
-Langston Hughes
Dr. Chuck DeGroat’s blog on Ferguson is so important! Please read it!!! Jesus always challenges us to break the chains that bind. We are never allowed to stay comfortable, but to go!
http://chuckdegroat.net/2014/11/25/ferguson-a-gospel-issue/

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leaving

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Dead leaves crackle and shout their praise,
shake their shakers and noisemakers,
applauding in gratitude
for all the green that has gone,
all the life, the breathing in and out,
the shade, the birds sheltered
and bugs fed, air cleansed,
the nations healed, the earth renewed.

Give thanks
for the gifts offered, the gifts surrendered,
the mistakes made, the afternoons spent.
Give thanks for the nights
when even the leaves rested.

Give thanks for ourselves, finely veined,
the chewed edges of grief, love given,
our letting go and arriving.
Kick the leaves.
It was good, it was good.

Give thanks for the welcoming earth,
receiving life and death with open arms,
making of our words and hands
a compost for others.
Give thanks that it all settles
into the dark, into the moist mystery,
already, under scumbling clouds
devoted to the green rising.

Kick up for joy the heart’s dry husk,
this blessed sackcloth, future’s bones,
the peace of doing without,
this rustling flesh, this loss.

The white oak, the red oak, the hickory,
the maple, the beech, the ash, all praise,
the grasses, the dry grasses praise.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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As we express our gratitude,
we must never forget that the highest
appreciation is not to utter words,
but to live by them.
-John F. Kennedy

Give thanks to the Lord, call upon His name,
make known His deeds among the people.
Glory you in His holy name;
let the heart of them rejoice that seek the Lord.
-1 Chronicles 16:8,10

Maritta Terrell
Thoughts are also posted at:
http://thoughtsaday.blogspot.com/

find your place

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In the Breach

Wander wonder restless
Amidst the novels
Autobiographies
Travel and Mystery

Search seek anxious
Through aisles of Philosophy
Religion, Science Fiction

Table nooks filled with laptop fingertips typing
Comfy chairs hold readers’ captivated eyes

Where do I belong?
(Do I belong?)

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A solitary empty table, alone, waiting
Waiting for my laptop fingertips and captivated eyes,
Waiting for my restless anxiety
Waiting for dress-up dreams
And therapy themes

The only open space here-
-here with Maya, Rumi, Berry and Bertoldt Brecht, Love Poems.
Poetry, of course,
For (I’ve been told) I am a poet.

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I settle scatter my stuff
(Stuff stuff, soul stuff)
Upon this table
Organically absorb the whimsy, truth, courage
Filling all these crisp closed silent
pages, pages, pages….
in book after book after book….
shelf, shelf, shelf… self

Shhh…they whisper nudge, silent
while, in the breach,
Jackson Browne sings.

~ro, 11/18/14

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