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time to fly
If I had wings
where would I fly?
You can see God from anywhere,
if you’re looking.
There was a time
when I would sing for you
Where will I fly
now you’re not my self appointed sky?
How about…
Second star from sunrise
straight on to myself
We’re all waiting
on the edge of yesterday
birds of red, blue and black
longing
for our time to fly
cause all the little birdies just got to fly
away away up in the sky
Those mamma birds are born to fly
higher higher in the sky
If I had wings
where would I fly?
You can see God from anywhere,
if you’re looking.
ACL 10/20/14
Any dead fish can go with the flow — you have to be intentionally alive to swim against the current. – Ann Voskamp
“If the risk is fully aligned with your purpose and mission, then it’s worth considering.”
“If someone is always to blame, if every time something goes wrong someone has to be punished, people quickly stop taking risks. Without risks, there can’t be breakthroughs.”
“True disruption means threatening your existing product line and your past investments. Breakthrough products disrupt current lines of businesses.”
– Peter Diamandis
Don’t watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going.
– Sam Levenson
Breakthroughs usually come to me
like a fist to the gut,
then comes the battle for denial,
the self-pleading not to allow it,
the desperate attempt
to keep things status quo.
I never want to rock the apple cart,
I never want to lose anything,
especially people I love,
and comfortable dwelling places.
But breakthroughs must break through.
Truth must win
to gain my peace again.
It is what it is…always
refuses to be avoided,
no matter how hard I try.
Once acknowledged
all is quiet in the kingdom,
and I can begin to make a new plan
forward,
ever forward.
ACL 10/04/13
May the road rise to meet you! – Irish Blessing
I stood in the surf
waiting
for what I was to receive
I looked at,
then past,
glistening rocks,
colored shells,
green sea glass,
none of them were right.
My back was to the Sound,
Waves coming and going,
Sand shifting under my wet feet.
I scan,
wait for what I must recognize –
then I see it.
this?
a black glob of rocks stuck together
browns and grey and bits of reds
it’s ugly
it’s heavy
it’s rough
it’s jagged
it’s not what I thought I wanted,
it’s not what I thought was valuable.
what is it, that the water has just delivered,
and I feel lead to pick up
to cart home with me?
I want it to be romantic.
Maybe…
I search for romance…
a meteorite?
a mystery from another planet?
I walk the mile home,
wondering what lessons I will learn from this ‘gift’
I have just received from the ocean.
Almost home,
one more curve,
I spot my favorite kinda caterpillar,
the brown and black,
softest, loveliest velvet
crawler in the world.
I loved the feel of them as a little girl,
let them crawl all over me.
I pass it,
then double back,
as directed by intuition,
to visit this small friend.
I am bent down,
and my fuzzy friend moves along,
and recognition comes.
I carry,
in my hands…
asphalt,
ASPHALT???!!!
a piece of the road,
which came to me by way of the ocean.
I belly laugh
as I my lesson,
my gift,
becomes clearer.
I am,
right now,
every moment,
in the ocean of grace
no matter where I am
the path is in the ocean of love,
of God.
The road is everywhere!
It rises to meet me.
It comes one chunk at a time.
This is gift –
teaching me what I need,
bringing me diamonds with each step.
Living,
and breathing,
thanks
is the best gift.
We are always loved
The message is waiting in
every surf
every leaf
every tree
every song
every heart beat
every tiny created thing
every little moment breathes and burns.
Remove your shoes,
dance wild by the fire,
dive into the sky,
sing loud and long –
holy,
holy,
holy
and fly away
home.
I’ll meet you there!
xoxo
ACL 9/22/14
I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. – Lucy Maude Montgomery
Some October, when the leaves turn gold, ask
me if I’ve done enough to deserve this life
I’ve been given. A pile of sorrows, yes, but joy
enough to unbalance the equation.
When the sky turns blue as the robes of heaven,
ask me if I’ve made a difference.
The road winds through the copper-colored woods;
no one sees around the bend.
Today, the wind poured out of Canada,
a river in flood, bringing down the brilliant leaves,
broken sticks and twigs, deserted nests.
Go where the current takes you.
Some twilight, when the clouds stream in from the west
like the breath of God, ask me again.
“Some October” by Barbara Crooker
hang in there 👭
Consider yourself
the way you would the wind.
Allow sun to approach you
so the rain can follow.
This will include caring
for things inside
of things.
Let some blossoms suppose
they are playing
into your hands,
As a rule stones will sing,
Give what you can,
what you have been given,
what you have to give.
“Consider Yourself” by Gary Margolis
http://dharmacomics.com
All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well. – Julian of Norwich
I wonder why she said it like this?
I read it and think maybe she was convincing herself
Kinda like Im trying to do this morning
Like Ive been doing for months
Repeating it over and over
it’s gonna be ok
it’s gonna be ok
everything is really
gonna be ok
I love old English
I think I will incorporate
‘All manner of things shall be well’
into my daily pep talk
Yes, that’s feeding my soul today
in all manner of ways
ACL 5/22/13
beyond the fear
“I was afraid but
that is the beauty of past
tense. It’s over now.”
– Amanda Helm
amandaspoetry.tumblr.com/
The simplest things in life
Are the most extraordinary
Let them reveal themselves.
– Paulo Coelho
There is magic in every little thing.
Your very breath is magic.
You, showing up on this tiny planet,
at this very time in history,
purest magic.
The way the sun glints off your hair,
magic-magic.
The way the trees recognize you,
all magically-like.
The way a child can turn their head
and plunge you into instant grief,
the deepest-darkest magic.
It’s all about perspective.
Einstein reminds us,
We have a choice in how we live.
One of two ways –
As if nothing
OR
As if everything
Is miraculous!
I’m so glad,
so extremely blessed by,
that moment I chose to see the enchanted pathway.
It’s always a fine day here.
No matter the circumstance I find myself in,
Magic abounds.
And somewhere,
along this bewitching, musical, star strewn, pathway,
I forgot to be afraid anymore.
ACL 11/22/13
Light of Dawn, awaken me,
that I may always be mindful of You.
Warmth of the sun, fill me,
that I may radiate the love of Christ.
Breeze of wisdom, give me breath,
that all I say may be true and loving.
Embracing earth, receive me,
that I may always forgive.
Songs of birds, delight me,
that I may sing joy, sing joy.
Falling rain and growing grass remind me
that I live and die into You.
Flesh of my body, rejoice,
for I am Your vessel, I am alive,
I am here.
__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net
always within reach
In the woods at sunrise voices speak,
dark, tunneling beneath roots.
Not uttering vast wisdom,
but saying enough.
Between our bodies some kind of energy,
not electric, but warm, a reaching.
In the day’s little catastrophes some light,
soft, awakening, enough to see by.
Crossing the desert of the living room,
the impossible distance from the store,
tired, or angry, or despondent,
desperate for escape, or treaties,
when certainly the gods have left you,
you are fed. The soul’s strange nourishment,
the morsel held in the palm of your disaster,
left in plain sight after every dark night.
Through your incoherent landscape runs
this steadfast mystery, the Holy One’s vow
that you will make it. A layer of dew,
flakes like frost on the desert floor.
______________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net/
Romans 8:22-39 KJV
“For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now. And not only they, but ourselves also, which have the firstfruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting for the adoption, to wit, the redemption of our body. For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope: for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for? But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it. Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God. And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. For whom he did foreknow, he also did predestinate to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brethren. Moreover whom he did predestinate, them he also called: and whom he called, them he also justified: and whom he justified, them he also glorified. What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us? He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things? Who shall lay any thing to the charge of God’s elect? It is God that justifieth. Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that died, yea rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God, who also maketh intercession for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter. Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
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