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the right thing

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We are here essentially to risk ourselves in the world; we are a form of
invitation to others and to otherness, we are meant to hazard ourselves for the
right thing, for the right woman or the right man, for a son or a daughter, for
the right work or for a gift given against all the odds, and to allow ourselves to
be happy may be the greatest, most courageous act of all.
– David Whyte
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As I approach,
it comes to me quickly –
all four seasons have converged,
are visible residents
of this mornings beach.
Here are bands of snow from this spell
we call Winter.
Here, layers of leaf-surf to shuffle through the memories,
we called Fall.
Which, seems to me,
was just yesterday?
The sands dna carries the Summer sun,
still warm,
within its restless, shifting soul.
It whispers promises of returning warmth and sunshine as I stand, here and now, in cold, driving rain,
working through markers of time,
arriving at my favorite season,
Spring!
Grief, death and hope are front and center,
as Vinnie’s beautiful, driftwood cross
still stands as a memorial to his mother’s recent passing,
as well as, the hope of springs sure arrival!
Easter carries the sharp winds of death,
alive with the eternal mystery of resurrection.
I realize there are many symbols of spring,
on this mixed media stretch of grainy life.
The all-weather gulls floating, trusting,
eternally free.
The rhythm of the waves forever dancing with,
continually kissing,
the shore.
Then there’s me,
aware and alive,
with possibilities
of love,
music,
even that slippery word,
happiness,
surrounding my steps!
It doesn’t matter
that I haven’t even heard your voice yet.
Knowing I am worthy of this is enough.
As hopes awaken,
rising strong on mended wings,
trusting the healing path taken,
the work continues.
Allowing the
shy, twinkling lights
to glow and illuminate
the most fearful, secret corners
of the darkest rooms
of my heart.
I smile and silently shout, Yes!
I promise to love and be loved!
Can you hear me, wherever you are?
Is your heart shouting out as well?
I can’t stop smiling.
Courage,
that fearless lion,
who will lead us all home
right where we belong.

ACL 1/12/15

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be light

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You will come at a turning of the trail
to a wall of flame
After the hard climb & the exhausted dreaming
you will come to a place where he
with whom you have walked this far
will stop will stand
beside you on the treacherous steep path
& stare as you shiver at the moving wall, the flame
that blocks your vision of what comes after.
And that one
who you thought would accompany you always,
who held your face
tenderly a little while in his hands—
who pressed the palms of his hands into drenched grass
& washed from your cheeks, the tear-tracks—
he is telling you now
that all that stands between you
& everything you have known since the beginning
is this: this wall. Between yourself
& the beloved, between yourself & your joy,
the riverbank swaying with wildflowers, the shaft
of sunlight on the rock, the song.
Will you pass through it now, will you let it consume
whatever solidness this is
you call your life, & send
you out, a tremor of heat,
a radiance, a changed
flickering thing?

Questo Muro by Anita Barrows

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Happy 3 Year Anniversary!!

decisions

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it’s time

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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

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walking in a winter wonderland


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If you have seen the snow
under the lamppost
piled up like a white beaver hat on the picnic table
or somewhere slowly falling
into the brook
to be swallowed by water,
then you have seen beauty
and know it for its transience.
And if you have gone out in the snow
for only the pleasure
of walking barely protected
from the galaxies,
the flakes settling on your parka
like the dust from just-born stars,
the cold waking you
as if from long sleeping,
then you can understand
how, more often than not,
truth is found in silence,
how the natural world comes to you
if you go out to meet it,
its icy ditches filled with dead weeds,
its vacant birdhouses, and dens
full of the sleeping.
But this is the slowed-down season
held fast by darkness
and if no one comes to keep you company
then keep watch over; your own solitude.
In that stillness, you will learn
with your whole body
the significance of cold
and the night,
which is otherwise always eluding you.

Winter Grace By Patricia Fargnoli

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

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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 🍏 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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