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moving magnificent mountains   

  

 What, then, is love?
That I think you’re cute?
That I want to kiss you?
Fun, yes.   
Love, no. 
Feels good for a moment
Won’t last past bad perfume 

Love is the choice to go all in
To make the choice
to give all
To commit, to share it all

Regardless of circumstance

Yes, even in the ugly days
the sick days
the battle times
the misunderstandings
the times of hardness
the times of bitterness

Love gives all,
and may grieve when all is not given in return – 
but never demands it

Love is easy

Love may have to move to an away position 
to preserve it’s honesty
but that doesn’t stop love
from loving

Love does not die,
It lives forever,
even when we think it’s gone
when we feel alone,
Love is present 

Love is not found in physical beauty,
it is a light that glows
from deep within
allowing us to see
far beyond our capabilities
past all the camouflage, smoke screens,
sparkles and hedges 
we plaster ourselves with
and hide behind

Love is patient and kind
Love never fails
Love always does
and always will
find its way

Love is tough and strong
always seeking highest and best,
not necessarily easiest 

Love never changes,
yet changes us radically,
into who we truly are meant to be
melting away all the defensive
build up of life scars
until we become golden

Lots of words have been written about love 
(Though to be honest,         Most are really about passion)

Yes, Love is a many splendored thing
Love is all we need 
All we seek
All we can trust
Love is all in all
All we are here for 
Love is You
Love is Me

but the words that really teach us love say,
What needs to be done today?
Love is not about just ASKING that question
Love ANSWERS that question
love does what needs to be done
Entering into the question daily
hourly
moment by moment

always. 

Just like faith without works is dead,
Love without action is dead
 
Just so you know- 
When I tell you
     I love you
this is what I mean

AL 
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http://www.aholyexperience.com/2015/04/why-we-really-must-keep-falling-in-love/

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Listen to Barry Manilow sing Weekend in New England http://youtu.be/WPm2HqlfZWI

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do it again….do it again

  Our Lord has written resurrection not in books alone—but in every leaf in springtime.   – Martin Luther

  Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead.

For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. 

But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. 

It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. 

It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them.

It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.

G K Chesterton

 

 Hope and renewal and rebirth are at the heart of things. 

The world in winter looks so much as if it’s dying—and yet, and yet …

The frozen streams heard him sigh…

“We’ll run again!” they seemed to cry.

The tall dead grasses all were rustling…

“But we’re not dead, we’re only sleeping!”

The lost flowers were singing on and on…

“But we’re only hidden, we’re not gone!”

That tiny green shoot preached to me that morning. About hope. About joy. 

And about vulnerability—which isn’t weakness, but true strength.

Everywhere we look, God is speaking to us. His creation is singing to us. The Heavens are shouting it out. It’s not what it looks like! There is hope beyond the walls of the world!

That Joy is at the heart of things.

That a Light shines beneath it all. 

That Love runs the universe.

The more childlike we become —  the more like God we are.

And really, it shouldn’t surprise us that God is “younger” than we are.

After all, it wasn’t a general, or a warrior, or a politician God sent to rescue His broken world —

It was a baby.

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   – Sally Lloyd-Jones on A Holy Experience 

http://www.aholyexperience.com/2015/05/when-youre-desperate-for-some-hope-in-the-midst-of-a-monotonous-life/

  

 

Photos by Fisherman Dan @ Branford CT

Listen to Keb’ Mo sing Closer http://youtu.be/Fdv-KafABk4 


Your future depends on many things,            but mostly on you.       – Frank Tyger

  This is my commandment, 
         that you love one another as I have loved you.
                  —John 15.12

that is, 
with tender attention
and stout resilience,
that is,
despite your blame and fear,
your betrayal yet to come,
your lack of repentance,

as I have loved you
when you were determined 
not to deserve it,

that you love as I have,
withholding nothing,
excusing no one,

that you pour yourself out
for the unworthy,

as I have 
pour yourself out
of your life
into eternal love
and as I have
rise
new, 
perfected
in love.

__________________  
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

 
    


   

 

What Is The First Step In Healing

What do you need to do to get better?

This morning, a 73 year old doctor in Tampa Bay, Florida shot himself. Today was his 38th wedding anniversary. He was accused of recklessly driving his speedboat and killing four teenage boys in 1989. Although he was acquitted, he never really got over it.

This morning, I met with a friend, age 64, who told me bitterly she’d stopped talking to her father. They’ve had so many arguments in the years I’ve known her! In their last scene, she said she told him, “I’m a grown up now! You can’t keep hurting me like you did when I was 12!” I don’t know for sure, but I can fill in the blanks on that one and so can you. My friend has recently lost 80 lbs and she has another 60 to go. Whatever happened back then, she never really got over it.

One of the drivers of the car in which I was passenger when both my children were killed blames himself for the accident to such an extent that his whole life has been mangled and wrought with emotional pain from that day to this. More than 20 years. He never really got over it.

What about you?

Do you have some secret pain, some traumatic memory, some inner anguish that you strive to hide from the world? Is there a monster inside you, jabbing at you and never letting you forget what happened?

Healing from serious issues can be a long, difficult process. At least, that’s how it has been for me. But unless we continue to work towards healing, toward bringing the dark into the light and letting it heal, we will end up like the people above — ending our lives too early; destroying our physical well-being; mangling our futures with self-recrimination.

The journey to wellness – not the kind you fake so other people think you’re OK now – requires a lot of courage. It’s going to be hard, but get this: it won’t be as hard as you think. And it will not require you to suffer as much as you suspect it might. I promise!

The first step in healing is deceptively simple: Decide that’s what you want to do.

Only you know the answer about whether you really want to revisit the past, dig it up and heal it so it doesn’t keep on screwing with your current life. If you don’t, you’ll end up with the life similar to the people above. I’m not suggesting you rush off to confront people who’ve hurt you. I’m not actually suggesting you rush off and DO anything. Healing the soul is as gentle and slow as healing the body. You can’t look at the cut on your finger and simply acknowledge you have a cut, then order it to heal instantly. You might have to tend to it a little. It will cause you pain (although not as much as the original injury.) You don’t have to relive and talk endlessly about your trauma to heal it. Although it would be VERY helpful to see a therapist or a clergy person, even that isn’t mandatory.

silence today and just ask this in the midst of your own stillness:

Do I want to keep living with this inside me or is it time to begin healing?

If the answer is YES, don’t delay! Start now. It gets better, I promise.

by Wendy Keller

http://positiveoutlooksblog.com/2015/05/12/what-is-the-first-step-in-healing/

   

   Listen to Ruthie Foster sing Woke Up This Morning http://youtu.be/Pd0p9AYGgIs 

photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513 
   

The two most important days in your life
   are the day you are born, and 
       the day you find out why. 
Mark Twain

Happy Birthday to me!! I’m so glad to be here!! 50 ROCKS! 

 

Caesium standard 

 caesium standard or caesium atomic clock is a primary frequency standard in which electronic transitionsbetween the two hyperfine ground states of caesium-133 atoms are used to control the output frequency. The first caesium clock was built by Louis Essenin 1955 at the National Physical Laboratory in the UK.[1]
Caesium clocks are the most accurate commercially produced time and frequency standards, and serve as the primary standard for the definition of the second in SI (the metric system). By definition, radiation produced by the transition between the two hyperfine ground states of caesium (in the absence of external influences such as the Earth’s magnetic field) has a frequency of exactly 9,192,631,770 Hz. That value was chosen so that the caesium second equalled, to the limit of human measuring ability in 1960 when it was adopted, the existing standard ephemeris second based on the Earth‘s orbit around the Sun.[2] Because no other measurement involving time had been as precise, the effect of the change was less than the experimental uncertainty of all existing measurements. 

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http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caesium_standard
 
Listen to Aime by Pure Prairie League http://youtu.be/V4mCiYQeU_s
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I am a poet

  It has taken a while to embrace the poet.

The desire having been born much later in life,
to write poetry,
to bring to life, with words,
what I see, feel, moments of sanguinity.

I have never doubted the words I have written
because they were written in truth, my truth.
But I did doubt the title.
Poet.
What? These lines? Poetry?

There was too much significance behind the title.
A poet.
Wordsworth, Shelley, Dickinson, Frost, Walt Whitman…
Oh my. The idea left me breathless.
What was I playing at?

But then, the answer was blindingly simple.
Take away the significance.

Aren’t poems moments of grace, of revelation?

Humming to a birdsong,
delighting at the sight of valleys and mountains,
closing our eyes in ecstasy at the sweetness of a fruit
or the texture of bark under our fingertips…
Aren’t these the poetic murmurings of one’s heart?

While some of us choose to put it all on paper,
others choose to carry it all within their hearts.
Well then, underneath the cloak of conventionality,
aren’t we all poetic?
Aren’t we all poets?

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I am a poet by Rama Desai

https://ramaink.wordpress.com/author/ramaink/
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  Listen to Lake Street Dive sing We Love All the Same Songs http://youtu.be/9sNbyjfgccc
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draw me in…light me up

  CHARISMATIC PRESENCE

You really become aware of the force and light of human presence when you are in the company of a charismatic person. In theology, “charisma” means “divinely conferred favour.” A charismatic presence is one that inspires people. It has a natural balance between the personality and the vision that the person represents. In some way, the luminosity in the person is an aura that tangibly reaches out and affects others. In German one speaks of “eine grosse Ausstrahlung,” i.e., a great streaming forth of radiance. The charismatic person does have a radiance that stirs us. It is given to some people to be carriers of huge spirit. This is not something they have sought out or earned. It is not something that they have worked up in themselves. It seems to belong deeply in their nature. I remember once speaking to a friend about a family we both knew who had such spirit and he said, “If you put one of them in a house on her own, you would fill it.” Charisma reminds us that there is no system or frame large enough to hold the secret immensity that is in each person. — John O’Donohue, “Eternal Echoes”

  

   

   

listen to Neil Diamond sing Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show http://youtu.be/U5va1iaLj2M

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we are all 

 We are challenged to love the unloveable
Do good to those who hate us
there is only one way to get this done –
To see myself as I am. 
It is what it is. 
I am the other. 
I am the unlovable. 
Only I know how much this is true,
full of lies and ego. 
I want to fight my way to the top,
crush those beneath. 
I want to do things my way. 
The earth to revolve around my desires. 
Under my self-pleasing ways,
I am afraid, 
because I know the truth. 
Yes, I am the unlovable
yet I am loved
I have experienced this love
and it has changed me,
at least parts of me,

I should say, 
It is changing me…
daily
I have been overwhelmed by grace,
drowned in the goodness of love,
resurrected in loves fire. 
It has allowed me to see my imperfections,
accept them,
even laugh at them 
and challenged me to
admit the truth,
to change,
to open,
to die,
to become vulnerable,
to love myself and
to love others,
who are the unlovable as well

Only love can mend a heart
only love can break it in two –
or into a million pieces,
then turn it to gold
in order to allow this love to flow through the broken and scarred,
to heal the world,

wounded healers all,
by sharing this same great love
this loves which loves us all
Yes, we are all the unlovable
yet we are loved,
just as we are. 
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ACL 8/28/13
 
photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513 

 

settling in to happiness

  What happens when your soul

Begins to awaken
Your eyes
And your heart
And the cells of your body
To the great Journey of Love?  

First there is wonderful laughter
And probably precious tears

And a hundred sweet promises
And those heroic vows
No one can ever keep. 

But still God is delighted and amused
You once tried to be a saint. 

What happens when your soul
Begins to awake in this world

To our deep need to love
And serve the Friend?

O the Beloved
Will send you
One of His wonderful, wild companions—

Like Hafiz.
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What Happens by Hafiz
 
 Today I want to greet joy

Without a trace of protection 
I want to open my eyes to the light
Without a blink of dread
I want to look at my past
Without a whisper of shame
I want to look at my future 
Without a hint of fear 
Today I want to dance
Without pausing to think
I want to belly laugh
Without caring who hears
I want to open my arms
and twirl in the sun
Until I fall breathless
free to be myself
full of the joy
that I open to allow
completely letting go
Without even a smudge of suspicion 
or an instant of hesitation

ACL 3/4/13

 
Listen to Stevie Wonder sing For Once In My Life http://youtu.be/3oZClso_yUQ
Photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513 

love heals the wound it makes….

 

Turning

Love is a mystery…

Wait! You already have it wrong

So do I!

And that’s the meaning of the song!

 

I gave it away for once,

The meaning;

What I’m saying…

Is the question still gone?

 

I’m going to twist these rhymes

And hold them till the end,

For I am the waiting comma;

And the semicolon you won’t send…

 

The ellipsis at the turn…

And the truth around the bend

The silent, waiting answer,

The wound that will not mend?

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by Matthew Mele
  
Listen to Eva Cassidy Time is a Healer http://youtu.be/ttl-W-hVDpQ 
 
photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513 

 

Can Broken Wings Fly?

 


Broken wings can fly?

Who will mend them/who will rend them?

Who will tend them/who will send them?

 

I have been on the road less traveled

And seen life and death unraveled

Torn and broken down;

And voices filled with gravel!

 

I have been in nothing more

And seen rapacious roar

And heard the unknown sound

Speaking loudly,

From the ground!

 

And through my eyes, through the hue

Ebbing ever from greed to blue

Sometimes blinded by the light

Rarely knowing what is right

I travel through the maze

And broken through the haze

 

But my heart has never broken!

It beats with never ending light

And I know not where it leads me,

But I know it leads to you!

In sky or in the sea,

Always spoken if not seen

Or seen if not spoken;

 

The vision never broken!

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by Matthew Mele

 

 

 

 

 

listen to Paul McCartney sing Blackbird http://youtu.be/8ehhZ53zysQ

Photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513 

 

 

  

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