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let us count gifts today

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We are given many gifts
over our lifetimes.
Gifts are heaped upon us.
Every day we receive.
The way we acknowledge these gifts,
the way we receive,
the counting of gifts,
awareness in each moment,
is our most important choice.
This one insight brings us life as
grace or prison.
Heaven or hell
is bound up in gratitude.
I have had many strange and wonderful gifts
received over my life,
so far,
this knowledge,
the ability to see,
to choose to see
the good in all I receive,
has been the best gift
of all.
My cup runs over.
My path is lined with diamonds.
My sky is bright with twinkling stars.

AL 7/26/1335b21034a277a5d90d8e23d892524060

the purpose of love is to create trust in good – Mary Baker Eddy

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What if this is as good as it gets?
What if THIS very day is the best life will be?
What if this is what you are called to?
What if this moment is your purpose?
What can you do to find the joy in this moment?
How can you be happy and satisfied right now?
What are the miracles that are happening for you as you read this?
What joy-filled moment is hanging in the air above your head,
ready to splash all over you?
What gifts are being offered, if you will just receive them,
allow them to tumble all around you?
Maybe, just maybe, these questions hold the true secrets of life.
Maybe, living life in joy-fullness right now –
not waiting for some dream to come true –
Not holding back till your illusion of happiness materializes.
But, right now, sitting in whatever circumstance you are in,
no matter if it includes
pleasure or pain,
birth or death,
sorrow or joy,
broken hearts or full.
What if, this very given moment,
you look around and begin
finding the avalanche of jewel-blessings
surrounding you NOW.
Maybe this is the best, and only, secret.
Don’t wait for happy.
Don’t postpone your celebration.
Don’t wait to dance.
Laugh hard until your belly hurts today.
Cry hard until the salt heals your hurts.
The goodness of life is available now,
as well as, every minute
of this day,
Then when this day is done,
and you have enjoyed it’s vast array of gifts,
do the same tomorrow.

AL 7/27/13

what about now?

I didn’t write a poem yesterday
The third day I have missed writing at least one poem,
for the past 8 months.
There were many moments I could have captured –
But I didn’t.
moments of grace,7
moments of failed attempts at grace,
moments of beauty,
moments of ordinary life,
in an ordinary day,
disgusting moments of clean up,
moments of peace watching the breeze sway the trees,
moments of aggravation trying to feed an old dog pills,
unexpected treasures of a cool wind at noon in July,
and unexpected hardships walking from the grocery store overloaded with bags.
There were lovely moments of frosting cupcakes with fresh buttercream,
moments of friendship, shared laughter and food,
hard moments of garbled, angry speech,
blissful moments of holding new baby, Eli –
that was definitely a poetic moment!
There were painful moments of looking at a very ill face,
winning moments as the Mets beat the Braves.
all these moments,
and so many more
each a gift I received,
each a story to be shared with humanity.
Such are the moments of our lives,
our stories to scribe on our hearts and on paper.
So many miracles to notice,
to acknowledge,
to record.
So many ways to write a poem –
and I chose none of them

AL 7/26/13

habits of gratitude

Breathe. It’s how life works. It’s the way beauty is always born —

Breathe in: Lord, I receive what you give.
Breathe out: Lord, I give thanks for what you give.

You don’t get to demand your life, like a given. You get to receive your life, like a gift.

You don’t get to make up your story; you get to make peace with it.

This is how you labor through a life, how you make it grace

– Ann Voskamp
A Holy Experience
http://www.aholyexperience.com

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It seems,
as we age,
we become more of what we practice living.
when dementia or Alzheimer’s begin,
we lose our ability to remember.
important pieces fall out of our knowing,
and we become our habits
I have been told, the skills that last the longest
are those habits we have learned so well
we don’t think about doing them,
they are a part of us instinctively:
folding laundry,
washing dishes,
walking.
these are the last things that we forget.
our attitudes reflect who we have been.
I have been caregiving someone with advanced dementia.
it is difficult to watch. 7
it is painful to experience.
I seek to understand my own living better by witnessing this.
I am learning much.
Recently I have been reminded of something extremely important:

We become what we practice.
gratitude is a practice.
a practice I want to develop,
so that if I ever forget other things,
gratitude will be incorporated,
so fully into my living,
that it is part of my dna.
that it is my most ingrained habit.
I want to wrap my living so deeply in gratitude right now,
that if I lose everything else,
if I forget my own name,
I will still not forget my riches.
I will still be aware of my great blessings,
I will still remember to say,
‘thank you’.
if I forget words,
I will still breathe
gratitude.
if I forget how to walk,
my eyes will still
carry the light
of grace.

Nothing is worth more than this day, because
it is the day I have been given to practice,
to acknowledge all the blessings,
this is the gift I have been given,
this one precious life.

AL 7/26/13

If you begin to live life looking for the God that is all around you, every moment becomes a prayer. –Frank Bianco

744523ee1f43174205ad7473da9eb042In a day of goodness

Someone asked me
If they were ready
to forgive
I said yes

Someone asked me
to cheer them up
I said yes

Someone asked me
to help doing errands
I said yes

Someone asked me
to share a meal
I said yes

Someone asked
to be connected with a friend of mine
I said yes

Someone asked me
to return dishes for them
I said yes

Someone asked me
for a hug
I said yes

Someone asked me
to spend time with them
I said yes

All the promises of God
are yes and amen

Today I know how God feels
I asked God
for blessings
God said yes

I am so grateful and so truly blessed
Life is full of miracles for me
when I just say
Yes

AL 2/9/13

be the light

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You cannot get sick enough to help sick people get better. You cannot get poor enough to help poor people thrive. It is only in your thriving that you have anything to offer anyone. If you’re wanting to be of an advantage to others, be as tapped in, turned in, turned on as you can possibly be.
– Esther Abraham-Hicks

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The Journey by Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you
slowly recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do—
determined to save
the only life you could save.

the truth of God’s grace is mindblowing

7Grace is love that seeks you out when you have nothing to give in return. Grace is love coming at you that has nothing to do with you. Grace is being loved when you are unlovable…. The cliché definition of grace is “unconditional love.” It is a true cliché, for it is a good description of the thing. Let’s go a little further, though. Grace is a love that has nothing to do with you, the beloved. It has everything and only to do with the lover. Grace is irrational in the sense that it has nothing to do with weights and measures. It has nothing to do with my intrinsic qualities or so-called “gifts” (whatever they may be). It reflects a decision on the part of the giver, the one who loves, in relation to the receiver, the one who is loved, that negates any qualifications the receiver may personally hold…. Grace is one-way love.
Grace doesn’t make demands. It just gives. And from our vantage point, it always gives to the wrong person. We see this over and over again in the Gospels: Jesus is always giving to the wrong people—prostitutes, tax collectors, half-breeds. The most extravagant sinners of Jesus’s day receive his most compassionate welcome. Grace is a divine vulgarity that stands caution on its head. It refuses to play it safe and lay it up. Grace is recklessly generous, uncomfortably promiscuous. It doesn’t use sticks, carrots, or time cards. It doesn’t keep score. As Robert Capon puts it, “Grace works without requiring anything on our part. It’s not expensive. It’s not even cheap. It’s free.” It refuses to be controlled by our innate sense of fairness, reciprocity, and evenhandedness. It defies logic. It has nothing to do with earning, merit, or deservedness. It is opposed to what is owed. It doesn’t expect a return on investments. It is a liberating contradiction between what we deserve and what we get. Grace is unconditional acceptance given to an undeserving person by an unobligated giver.
It is one-way love.                                                                    – Paul Zahl

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think about it…

A bell’s not a bell ’til you ring it
A song’s not a song ’til you sing it
Love in your heart wasn’t put there to stay
Love isn’t love ’til you give it away!
– Oscar Hammerstein II

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a little help from my friends

 5Dragonfly
I love
to see
your shimmering wings
      above the still pond
– Tina Michel

 

 

Now I see skinny lizards, skiting through the grass
And darting geckos,
Naked with the vulnerability of rubber bands,
And tiny, twitchy frogs as curious as babies.

I have grown intimate with ants
And carefree with cockroaches.
I hear the whizzing of the dragonfly
Above the whirring of the fan.
I have learned to apprehend mosquitoes,
And sat transfixed while butterflies
With wings more beautiful than peacock damask
Visited my blue bag time and time again.

A whole and complicated order of creation
Imposed itself upon my gaze
While I sat still and drank my coffee
In the garden.

Or rather, I should say,
I opened my eyes and saw it,
Opened my ears and heard it,
Narrowed my field and selected it.
Together we changed me.

Kathy Galloway
Struggles to Love, The Spirituality of the Beatitudes, 1994

the importance of caregivers: angels among us breed angels among us

Cool, dry hands, long fingers8
soothing my fevered brow,
administering the requisite aspirin,
leave apple juice, draw the blinds.
“Angelo mio,” she’d caress me, “poveretta.”
My Little Angel, you poor little thing.

When I was a kid, I liked
staying home sick
from school –  no pressures,
got to watch My Little Margie,
Lucy and Ethel’s escapades,
And Queen for a Day. I never faked,
simply had a weak chest. Colds seemed
to settle in with a fever and an opportunity9
to be coddled.  The 60 lb “portable”
TV would be ceremoniously
roll into my room for the duration.

Meals appeared on a white wicker bed tray,
with slots on each side of the space for my legs
where I could stash a Nancy Drew or maybe
a couple of those bio’s on important people as kids.
The courage of ten year olds like Pocahontas,
Annie Oakley and Virginia Dare steeled my resolve.
I imagined myself standing up to bullies; running5
Away from home to do important things and
Even courageously dying of the plague without a whimper.

The boob tube occasionally silenced, Luisa
would play board games with me as though
this were the activity she most adored in all the world:
Candyland, Chinese Checkers, Chutes and Ladders.
And she often let me win – a strategy I remembered
in the sickroom in a different house 30 ears later.

On these days, Mama and Papa would stop in
Before leaving for work and upon returning.
Yet while they were otherwise occupied,’
the soothing endearments in in Italian,1
the cool dry hands, egg drop soup and
infinite patience informed me
of what was most important:

You are loved after all.
Angelo mio. Ti voglio bene. 

Anni Macht Gibson
gracefullsunangel@gmail.com

 

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