there is a turning point
in every life
a point of decision
to overcome
or succumb
a point of taking responsibility
for your life
or not
there’s also a point
of no return
where you draw a deep breath
and all you have chosen up to this point,
good or bad
comes out to meet you
AL
You could pray for 1,000 nights, visualize for 1,000 days, and give thanks for 1,000 things, but it’s when you physically prepare the way no matter how silly, tiny, or futile your efforts may seem – that 1,000 miracles will find you.
Uga-chugga, Uga-chugga –
The Universe
Thoughts become things… choose the good ones! ®
#312 magic
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.
The way the sun glints off your hair.
The way the trees recognize you.
The way a child can turn their head
and plunge you into grief.
it’s all miraculous.
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 I chose to see the enchanted pathway.
It’s always a fine day here.
No matter what circumstance I find myself in.
Magic abounds.
💞
AL
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Listen to Christina Perri sing A Thousand Year http://youtu.be/rtOvBOTyX00
S)He is one of those who has had the wilderness for a pillow, and called a star his brother. Alone. But loneliness can be a communion. ~ Dag Hammarskjöld
listening to the silence
I hear you calling.
I could feel alone,
in reality, I never am.
the right path calls my name
as I listen, I know the way.
my body always knows
who to lay down with
to sleep in peace.
music melts our souls together –
crazy love changes things.
words cover the intentions of the heart –
turn them off
to hear the real.
anger covers the fear we didn’t understand
we have choices if we want them.
we all want to be known –
we all are.
there is always enough to share.
we are always enough.
love lies deep beneath the surface of things,
waiting to change our lives.
waiting to heal our hearts,
ready to bring joy,
ready to restore our very lives.
Grace meets us where we are…
then allows us to rest as the beloved,
until we are ready to pour out our gifts on the world.
AL
Enough. These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath, this sitting here.
This opening to the life
We have refused
Again and again
Until now.
Until now.
~ by David Whyte
Listen to The Sounds of Silence http://youtu.be/4zLfCnGVeL4
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does everything happen twice?
does anything come once and never show up again?
what happens if we pay attention to what comes to us in a day,
a week,
a year?
what about this morning?
will the sun ever shine quite this way again?
will I ever have another summer
where I actually love the heat of the dog days,
The Mets just keep winning,
I spend days waiting, and wanting, to be kissed by you,
and I am surrounded by fresh flowers every day?
AL
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The breeze –
Takes the pages of my thoughts
Ruffles the edges
Carries them through the air
Without a worry
Without a care
Scattering my secrets
Sowing my life
http://dorindaduclos.com/2015/04/23/the-breeze/
Night Owl Poetry ©2015 Dorinda Duclos Used with permission
Thoughts float in and out
Abstract
In the silence
Whatever is there can come…and go
You come…You go
I am still as the breeze sways the hammock
The blue sky
the trees the sounds of summer
You come…You go
I flow with the river
No hurry
No worry
Allowing God to lead
Allowing the universe to help me
You come…You go
Allowing all things to be how they should be
Allowing life to be as it is
Allowing everything to be grace
Allowing my lips to sing gratitude
Music floats around me Slipping in and out
You come…You go
Allowing strength to rebuild
Allowing the empty to be filled
So it comes
So it goes
I lay down and sleep in peace
for all good things
done, gone and to come
You have come…You have gone
I am
still
🔹
AL
listen to Simon & Garfunkel sing Bridge Over Troubled Waters http://youtu.be/jjNgn4r6SOA
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What do you cling to when the waves roll over
your little boat of life?
When the sound drains out of your days,
what still echoes long into the night?
When you cross over the river
what do you still have in your pockets—
a key to something broken, foreign coins,
a medal on a ribbon, inscribed with silence?
What does it profit you— this world,
its flash and sparkle, to weigh yourself
with its precious coals,
and lose the light you are?
If you are God’s love song,
what is there to your life but singing?
__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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 them,
the counting of the gifts,
awareness in each breath,
our most important choice.
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.
Some took me a long time to recognize the gift within,
some I’m still searching.
Yet this knowledge,
this ability to see,
to choose to see,
the glory in the grey,
stars in the night sky,
there is good in all I receive,
has been the best gift
of all.
Life’s cup runs over.
The path is lined with glittering diamonds.
Even darkest skies are bright with twinkling stars.
AL
Listen to Billie Holiday sing Come Rain or Come Shine http://youtu.be/RL_P-gHxI3Y
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A few weeks ago I took a break. I truly had no idea if I would return here. I was ok with that – it’s a lovely body of work.
I enjoyed my break, a few times I thought about it…mainly I didn’t….
Over the past three or four days I keep getting a recurring message, ‘speak to the dry bones’. (Haven’t totally worked that out yet…in fact, I’m at sea on it – I welcome any thoughts on it…)
Then, yesterday, I got the message in my soul…time to start again – return and build – and so, here I am. Not really sure where it’s going to go…feels a lot different from my first post 4+ years ago. There are lots of new things going on in my life. Lots of things being moved and removed. Interesting times for me, hard things, as always, still, there is the same, consistent hand of faith holding me, guiding me, urging me on, keeping me on the path of love, joy and peace. The world is a hard, broken place to live in, but deep inside each of us lives the key to overcome the world. I believe that completely.
Thank you for reading my words. Thank you for being a part of my life. Thank you for understanding, or even mis-understanding my thoughts. It’s all good stuff!
Welcome to my adventure!
Love and kisses,
Amy
Wisdom cries out in the street;
at the busiest corner she raises her voice:
“I will pour out my thoughts to you.”
—Proverbs 1.20, 21, 23
I listen.
Amid the clatter and chatter
of my fears and fantasies,
the rattle and traffic of this world
the trip wire pitch, the push,
the drive for the deal
to buy me and sell me—
I listen to your soft voice
humming beneath worry and duty,
steady, its ocean of silence,
its moon of light,
the nearest murmur,
no argument, no decree,
no foreign words, no hard words,
no words,
but wind in grass,
saying all I need to know,
flowing water,
a river poured out in me
to drink, to bathe,
to lie in and float
to your sea.
__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
listen to Neil Diamond sing Hello Again http://youtu.be/ZnbMHkiIGwk
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A lone bird slips through the air.
You do not have to explain yourself.
The beating of your heart
is one with the vast, wordless song of the stars,
the great hum of the world.
Rivers murmur praise,
deserts and oceans chant their meditations,
cities recite their industrious psalms;
and in your cell, unheard, unknown,
the mystery of heaven unfurls
in your silence.
No one knows your place,
no one.
No one knows your precious belonging.
We can only believe,
or err.
The marigold by the roadside
never knows.
But it is true.
Your only work is to come to trust.
__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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It’s not just that when one door closes, another door opens.
When one door closes, Amy, choirs burst into chorus, orchestras orchestrate, bugles bugle, marching bands march, dogs catch Frisbees, cats “chow, chow, chow,” pigs fly, and 10,000 new doors open.
Kind of makes you want a door to close, huh?
Whoohoooo!
The Universe
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I will be taking a break from this blog🔹not sure how long🔹maybe forever🔹lots of beauty in the past 1,000+ posts if you are interested 🔹wishing love, life, music & much happiness to all who come here🔹as well as all who don’t🔹
AL💞
8🔹18🔹15 AD
life: acoustic & amplified 