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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. 

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 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

look where you’re standing Β 

 
Pick a crevice, 

a homey gap 

between stones 

and make it 

your own. 
Grow a life here 

from wind 

rain 

and the memories of ancients 

embedded in limestone. 
The bees will use you 

for their sweet honey. 

The rock will soften under 

your touch. 

You will draw moisture from fog 

and hold it. 

Your presence 

will build soil. 
This is all we have 

in this life 

all we own: 

a flowering 

an opening 

a gap between stones 

for tiny tender roots. 

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Flowering by Linda Buckmaster 
 

   

 

    

Listen to Eli Young Band sing Even if it Breaks Your Heart 

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peacefulΒ 

  
To bring about peace in the world, to stop all wars, there must be a revolution in the individual, in you and me. Economic revolution without this inward revolution is meaningless, for hunger is the result of the maladjustment of economic conditions produced by our psychological states: greed, envy, ill-will, and possessiveness. To put an end to sorrow, to hunger, to war, there must be a psychological revolution, and few of us are willing to face that. We will discuss peace, plan legislation, create new leagues, the United Nations and so on and on; but we will not win peace because we will not give up our position, our authority, our money, our properties, our stupid lives. To rely on others is utterly futile: others cannot bring us peace. No leader is going to give us peace, no government, no army, no country. What will bring peace is inward transformation which will lead to outward action. Inward transformation is not isolation, is not a withdrawal from outward action. On the contrary, there can be right action only when there is right thinking, and there is no right thinking when there is no self-knowledge. Without knowing yourself, there is no peace.

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The First and Last Freedom, J. Krishnamurti

   
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  photos by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT

Listen to Cat Stevens sing Peace Train 

peep

  
Photo found on facebook

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The rain breaks, though the sky is still grey, even so

The trees are drenched in golden glow, 

leaves glistening like glowing emeralds, rubies, gold dripping in puddles to the ground,

there neon reds, pinks and oranges screaming for my attention like an extravert teenager in the 1980’s –

It is so beautiful it takes my breath away 

I stop and stare for timeless time, 

drinking it into my soul, 

into my storehouse of these flaming glory-moments

Then I go on with my day, 

full of wonder and hope 

I heard it in your voice this morning

There are good things ahead

πŸ‚

AL

   
    
    
 
photos by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT

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If we could, 

like the trees, 

practice dying, 

do it every year 

just as something we doβ€” 

like going on vacation 

or celebrating birthdays, 

it would become 

as easy a part of us 

as our hair or clothing. 
Someone would show us how 

to lie down and fade away 

as if in deepest meditation, 

and we would learn 

about the fine dark emptiness, 

both knowing it and not knowing it, 

and coming back would be irrelevant. 
Whatever it is the trees know 

when they stand undone, 

surprisingly intricate, 

we need to know also 

so we can allow 

that last thing 

to happen to us 

as if it were only 

any ordinary thing, 
leaves and lives 

falling away, 

the spirit, complex, 

waiting in the fine darkness 

to learn which way 

it will go. 

πŸ‚

Learning from Trees by Grace Butcher

  πŸ‚πŸπŸ‚πŸπŸ‚πŸπŸ‚
There is no such thing in anyone’s life as an unimportant day. 

-Alexander Woolcott

way back when

  
When I finally arrive thereβ€”

And it will take many days and nightsβ€”

I would like to believe others will be waiting

and might even want to know how it was.
So I will reminisce about a particular sky

or a woman in a white bathrobe

or the time I visited a narrow strait

where a famous naval battle had taken place.
Then I will spread out on a table

a large map of my world

and explain to the people of the future

in their pale garments what it was likeβ€”
how mountains rose between the valleys

and this was called geography,

how boats loaded with cargo plied the rivers

and this was known as commerce,
how the people from this pink area

crossed over into this light-green area

and set fires and killed whoever they found

and this was called historyβ€”
and they will listen, mild-eyed and silent,

as more of them arrive to join the circle,

like ripples moving toward,

not away from, a stone tossed into a pond.

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The Future by Billy Collins 

   
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at the river Β 

  
The mouth of the river may be beautiful. 

It doesn’t remember the womb of its beginning. 

It doesn’t look back to where it’s been 

or wonder who ahead of it polished the rough stones. 
It is following the way 

in its fullness, 

now like satin, 

now cresting, 

waters meeting, kindred 

to travel gathered together, 

all knowing it flows 

one way, shining or in shadows. 

And me, the animal 

I ride wants to drive forward, 

its longing not always my own, 

overrunning its banks and bounds, 

edgeless, spilling along the way 
because, as I forget, 

it knows everything 

is before it. 

πŸ”Ή

Journey by Linda Hogan

   

It’s a beautiful, perfect day 

Warm, with a shadow of cool 

makes me know fall is coming 

I do love me some October 

I drove to Rocky Hill

to sing

spent way too much money 

on not much of anything 

coffee

filling up with gas 

ordered a book for 46$ 

from ChenΓ¨ in Africa, 

Re-Authoring the World:

story narrative 

changing our perceptions 

changing our world 

things are changing for me 

it is time for me to begin again 

time for readjusting the flow 

time to take another step 

time to make my choices 

from a place of strength 

from a place of determination 

Freedom belongs to those who use it 

πŸ”Ή

AL

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you think you have time…

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listen to Amy Grant & Vince Gill sing House of Love

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Nothing has to happen immediately, this minute, or right now. It’s okay to pause for just a moment. Just take a breath. Then go quietly inside. Ask Life Itself to lead you to your best outcome. There’s nothing you have to do, really, except get out of your own way. β€” Neale Donald Walsch

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