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We begin in the dark. Within. 
Life. 
Love. 
Joy. 
Invisible. Visible. 
Grief. 
Pain. Suffering. Healing. 
Faith. Trust. Peace. 
We grow and learn organically. 
Evolution. Beginning. Ending. 
Revolution. Courage. Strength. 
Resolution. Passion. Alive. 
All things come in their perfect time. 
Longing. Loving. Belonging. 
All things come.  
Herky-jerky. Flowing. 
Our choice. 
Freedom. 
Creativity. 
Beauty. Kindness. Truth. Hope. 
Are those gifts with wings
living in our hair. 
Hovering around our shoulders. 
Kissing our cheeks. 
Wiping away our tears. 
Birthing our songs as we rise from the ash. Flying. 
As we live the dash. 
In between. 
Birth. Death. Visible. Invisible. 

Connection. Miracles. Mystery. 

Nature. Seasons. Harvest. Compost. 

It’s who we are. 

Dirt. Dust. Clay. Organic. 

Earth. 

ACL 11/19/13

  

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God saw all that he had made, and it was very good.  Genesis 1:31

humming 

 
  

One old man keeps humming the same few notes
of some song he thought he had forgotten
back in the days when as he knows there was
no word for life in the language 
and if they wanted to say eyes or heart
they would hold up a leaf and he remembers
the big tree where it rose from the dry ground
and the way the birds carried water in their voices
they were all the color of their fear of the dark
and as he sits there humming he remembers
some of the words they come back to him now
he smiles hearing them come and go

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Parts of a Tune by W. S. Merwin

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Just lying on the couch and being happy. 
Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head.
Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has
so much to do in the world.

People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can’t

monitor you all the time, and sometimes they forget.
When dawn flows over the hedge you can
get up and act busy.

Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven

left lying around, can be picked up and saved.
People wont even see that you have them,
they are so light and easy to hide.

Later in the day you can act like the others.

You can shake your head. You can frown.

Any Morning by William Stafford

 
    

 Listen to James Taylor sing You’ve Got A Friend http://youtu.be/xEkIou3WFnM

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what’s meant to be will be

 

 Longing for what I don’t have,

aware of the great space between us,

not driven to fill it,
yet there is a loneliness, a waiting,
not sadness, not pathetic at all,
but a homesickness,
remembering what I long for,
what I long to know,
patient with my unknowing, 
and the dull, burning ache of my knowing,
trusting there is always more of love
than I can sense,
a great, wide solitude
I won’t clutter with less or other.

Such spaciousness leaves room
for these deep sighs
and profound joys
and mostly these calm, roomy smiles 

I find sprinkled generously 
throughout any given day. 

ACL 4/11/15

(edited from Unfolding Light Waiting Thomas by Steve Garnaas-Holmes)

 

  

  

 

  

Listen to Desperado Linda Ronstadt http://youtu.be/uVhRqH7euHI

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the power of broken hearts

 

  

The beginning is such a good place to be. There is much in store. But there is acknowledgment of what came before the beginning to mark this moment as a beginning. And in that place I was there, too. But let’s start where beginning is—the union of Me and you, the awakening of your heart, bit by bit, to Me.

 

I awaken you further, now.

 

These first starts are for you to appreciate the moments that came before them—to see where I was, what I was doing, before you recognized my presence. Let me take you back to where I was when you couldn’t see Me there. Perhaps the definitions of beginning will need to be rewritten.

 

I always begin again in you. 

 

I am the discovery of the beginning—all hope and life in you. I will give you a fresh start this day. I give you new breath, new eyes, new adventures to set out on with Me. But I want to start this beginning by going back to where I’ve always been with you.

 

I have always been with you, even when you couldn’t see it. I want to show you now.

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every little things gonna be alright…

 

Spring Blessing

One day you wake up
able to name the weight 
you’ve been carrying.
Realizing it’s not part of your body or your being,
not essential in any way to journeying or joy,
you set it down gently, without fanfare
in the long soft grass at the side of the road
and walk on
surprised to find yourself
smiling in the warm sun
for no particular reason.

~Oriah Mountain Dreamer © 2015

  

Listen to Dinah Washington What A Difference A Day Makes http://youtu.be/OmBxVfQTuvI 

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spaces for re-defining more 

  

 
 

   

 

New beginnings. Springtime joy. Spaces opening. Baggage shedding. Words healing. 

 The future’s so bright…

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beautiful mess

 

 We can’t find our path without getting messy. Messy comes with the territory. We came in messy. We learn messy. We love messy. We grow messy. We leave messy. I never found my way to clarity without first befriending confusion, in all its chaotic forms. I never found a path that felt like home before falling into quick-sand. I never established a new way of being without trying the wrong way of being on for size. I never found the light without stumbling around in the dark. I never tasted God before getting a little dirt in my mouth. Not that all messiness is good messiness, but some of it is. In the heart of the chaos, is the clay that shapes us home. Chaotic Magnificence!

      – Jeff Brown    

  

 

 

 

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When wilt thou come unto me, Lord? Oh come, my Lord most dear! Come near, come nearer, nearer still, I’m blest when thou art near.     – C. H. Spurgeon

 

 There is a huge difference between learning about truth and experiencing truth. Touch the source. Your mind can take in endless pearls of wisdom and your mouth can repeat them, but until you have essential experience — you only have noise. Talk and even listening are nothing without understanding. We only truly understand what we experience. When people have understanding they tend to be more quiet and seek quietness. Consider the possibility that many of the things you hear and say are utter nonsense and meaningless repetitions of noise. Cut it all out. Quit getting your information second hand. Take any concept, lesson, story, book, quote or conversation and look for a way to touch its source of origin — which is always an experience.

  
“We are uncomfortable with intimacy and connection, which are among the greatest of our unmet needs today. To be truly seen and heard, to be truly known, is a deep human need. Our hunger for it is so omnipresent, so much a part of our life experience, that we no more know what it is missing than a fish knows it is wet. We need more intimacy than nearly anyone considers normal. Always hungry for it, we seek solace and sustenance in the closest available substitutes: television, shopping, pornography, conspicuous consumption — anything to ease the hurt, to feel connected, or to project an image by which we might be seen or known, or at least see and know ourselves.” – Charles Eisenstein
 

 

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Stop now for one minute. Say a silent prayer of thanks for your life. Pain will pass. Joy will remain.       – Paulo Coelho



I will have become like

the madman running 
to see the moon
in the window,
the hawk
I saw tracing the cliff edge 
above the river.
I will be the man 
I have pursued all along
and finally caught.

I will be 
all my intuitions
and all my desires
and then I will walk 
slowly down the steps
as if dressed in white
and wade into
the water for 
a second baptism.

I will be like 
someone who cannot 
hide their love
but
my joy will become ordinary
and everyday
and like a lover
I will find out
exactly what it is like
to be the happiest, the only one 
in creation
to really 
understand how much, 
I’m just
a hair’s breadth
from dying.


Mortality My Mistress by David Whyte (excerpt)

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Ghost by Ella Henderson

You who live temperate zones,
who haven’t lived through these months here
of cold, shoveling snow, shoveling more
snow, living in box canyons of snow,
under worried roofs, dripping walls,
chipping ice, walking stiff-kneed on ice,
dressing complicatedly for every sojourn,
the layers, the precautions, things matted,
frozen shut, the dark skies, 
skies continually falling, dark,
if you haven’t looked out windows
trying to remember what a yard looks like,
trying to guess where the ground is,
longing for green, longing for smells, 
longing to walk across grass, to be outside 
and not hurt, longing for something 
to be easy—do you know this yearning
for light, for warmth, for beauty, for release,
do you know this ache? 

I believe you know it
with or without the metaphor in your yard.
It’s the ache for the new world,
for the old life to close its winter eye,
the ice grave to crack wide open,
for your true self to walk toward you
out of the darkness. It’s the ache 
for freedom, the long, dark ache for Easter.  

It’s not a bad thing 
to live in the longing, with even grace
not merely laid at your feet yet,
not of your doing, but purely gift. 
To know you are waiting, 
and what you are hungry for.  
And how deep is your longing.
And that it is coming. 

Today is the first day of spring.
The forecast is for snow.

I am filled with hope. 
__________________  
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net





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Hope is the salve that keeps our broken hearts soft.       – Ann Voskamp




                 – Wayne Dyer



Eternal Beloved,

bring me deeper:
not to mere insight,
but to presence;
not to feelings,
even feelings of your nearness,
but deeper presence
for you
and for your stirrings in me,
compassionate presence 
for my neighbor
and for all the world. 

By your presence in me,
deeper presence.

By your grace…
presence.

__________________  
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light

www.unfoldinglight.net

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