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who ya gonna be? 

  #363 curiosity 

One day, many years ago, 

I realized how little I knew 

about life

about the world

about God 

about love 

about relationships

about nature

about cultures

about people

about learning

about how things work

about myself

about pretty much everything. 
Yes, one day the full impact hit me 

of how small my understanding

really is, 

and it changed my life. 

I became aware.
I became aware that I could choose,

even though no one gave me permission. 

It hit me – that all the people, 

who had told me they had the complete truth,

and so I should just believe them,

couldn’t possibly ALL be right. 

I also realized, very importantly, most of them were not people I wanted my life to emulate.  
So, maybe, living wasn’t about being right, or perfect. 

Maybe life was about being open, learning about each other,

about helping each other. 

Maybe love really was about unconditional,

whatever that truly meant. 

Maybe life was about trying…

anything…everything

that I found intriguing,

or felt my soul drawn to. 
And so I opened myself to this new way 

of thinking,

of being, 

of seeing. 

I became curious. 

I became open. 

I became dogmatic –

about NOT being dogmatic. 

I removed the words, 

‘I’m right’ and ‘I can’t’ and ‘impossible’ from my vocabulary. 

I fought my automatic judgements….

still one of my biggest daily battles….

I keep making that choice. 

I fought to improve only myself, 

to forgive myself, 

to keep learning the hard way,

it is my choice. 

I sought to tell, and live, my ever-evolving truth,

holding that truth lightly in open, adoring hands,

always allowing myself to be wrong without shame,

allowing for changes without despising the learning, 

I am ever-so-happy when I make that choice!

I battled to take responsibility 

for my thoughts and actions,

Always adjusting, making new choices. 

Staying aware. 

Being honest. 

Making lots of mistakes,

Life is very messy at times. 

I’ve lost a lot. 

I’ve gained more than I lost. 
At some point, along the way,

I became convinced, at least for me,

this was the only way to truly live. 

The mystery keeps getting bigger. 

I continue to do war with my desire to shut down my heart,

in the face of constant hurts and disappointments. 

I keep letting go. 

Opening, always opening. 

Each step has become a miracle moment. 

Each opening leads me to open more. 

I have come to see everything is grace. 

I have come to understand the extreme value,

of each human soul,

of being vulnerable,

of being human,

of just being. 

I have made the commitment to the path of curiosity,

not because I will ever learn it all,

but because I won’t. 

Yet, I am aware, that there is infinite learning at my fingertips, 

and I want as much as I can get,

to go as high as I can go,

to know as much 

of God, 

and Mystery, 

and life itself, 

as I am able. 
One day, not very long ago, I found the words of poet, Mary Oliver. 

She gives these brilliant life instructions,

      pay attention. 

          be astonished. 

             tell about it. 

Yes, that has been my path. 

As Einstein said, 

    I have no special talents –

       I’m just passionately curious. 

I add to that: 

I have completely fallen in love with life!

I’ve grown fabulously addicted to seeing the holy miracles all around me. 

I am so blessed, so full, so grateful! 

I can’t help wanting to share

the path of this glorious adventure,

with others who love it too –

and so,

though I’ve been accused of talking too much, 

more than a few times, in my life,

I’ll just keep on… 

because, I’ve found, 

all voices are beautiful –

in their own way. 

AL

 
 Listen to my friend, Barbara McAfee sing Who Ya Gonna Be? http://youtu.be/Xf5BJgOmBd8

 
 

good stuff! 

 12 steps to fulfillment

Posted by Paulo Coelho

When Joseph Campbell, today’s most famous scholar of mythology (and author of the excellent “The Power of Myth”) created the expression “follow your blessing,” he was reflecting an idea that seems to be very appropriate right now. In “The Alchemist,” this same idea is called “Personal Legend.”
Alan Cohen, a therapist who lives in Hawaii, is also working on this theme. He says that in his lectures he asks those who are dissatisfied with their work and seventy-five percent of the audience raise their hands. Cohen has created a system of twelve steps to help people to rediscover their “blessing” (he is a follower of Campbell):
1] Tell yourself the truth: draw two columns on a sheet of paper and in the left column write down what you would love to do. Then write down on the other side everything you’re doing without any enthusiasm. Write as if nobody were ever going to read what is there, don’t censure or judge your answers.
2] Start slowly, but start: call your travel agent, look for something that fits your budget; go and see the movie that you’ve been putting off; buy the book that you’ve been wanting to buy. Be generous to yourself and you’ll see that even these small steps will make you feel more alive.
3] Stop slowly, but stop: some things use up all your energy. Do you really need to go that committee meeting? Do you need to help those who do not want to be helped? Does your boss have the right to demand that in addition to your work you have to go to all the same parties that he goes to? When you stop doing what you’re not interested in doing, you’ll realize that you were making more demands of yourself than others were really asking.
4] Discover your small talents: what do your friends tell you that you do well? What do you do with relish, even if it’s not perfectly well done? These small talents are hidden messages of your large occult talents.
5] Begin to choose: if something gives you pleasure, don’t hesitate. If you’re in doubt, close your eyes, imagine that you’ve made decision A and see all that it will bring you. Now do the same with decision B. The decision that makes you feel more connected to life is the right one – even if it’s not the easiest to make.
6] Don’t base your decisions on financial gain: the gain will come if you really do it with enthusiasm. The same vase, made by a potter who loves what he does and by a man who hates his job, has a soul. It will be quickly sold (in the first case) or will stay on the shelves (in the second case).
7] Follow your intuition: the most interesting work is the one where you allow yourself to be creative. Einstein said: “I did not reach my understanding of the Universe using just mathematics.” Descartes, the father of logic, developed his method based on a dream he had.
8] Don’t be afraid to change your mind: if you put a decision aside and this bothers you, think again about what you chose. Don’t struggle against what gives you pleasure.
9] Learn how to rest: one day a week without thinking about work lets the subconscious help you, and many problems (but not all) are solved without any help from reason.
10] Let things show you a happier path: if you are struggling too much for something, without any results appearing, be more flexible and follow the paths that life offers. This does not mean giving up the struggle, growing lazy or leaving things in the hands of others – it means understanding that work with love brings us strength, never despair.
11] Read the signs: this is an individual language joined to intuition that appears at the right moments. Even if the signs point in the opposite direction from what you planned, follow them. Sometimes you can go wrong, but this is the best way to learn this new language.
12] Finally, take risks! the men who have changed the world set out on their paths through an act of faith. Believe in the force of your dreams. God is fair, He wouldn’t put in your heart a desire that couldn’t come true.
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12 steps to fulfillment

  

  
Listen to Eva Cassidy sing Over the Rainbow  http://youtu.be/AGaVQN-en2A

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on growing strong bones 

  

backbones get built

vertebrae by vertebrae

with every victory

with every heartache

with every triumph

with every shattering

with each awakening
they become sturdy

bearing the weight of new consciousness

embodying self-love

strengthened, emboldened
yet still flexible, yet still able

to make flowing and fluid movement

undulating with pulsing life

able to stand firm in the face of a challenge or adversity
backbones don’t magically appear because we wish them into being
backbones need nurturing and kindness and discipline and conviction and intention

and desire

to form and develop
they help us be stalwart and valiant

protecting the soft, vulnerable, tender inner parts of our being
robust, hearty boundaries that

don’t cut us off from nourishment — they make sure we’re getting the right kind
the fortitude to love, not blindly, but with courage. 

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    How Backbones Get Built by Eloiza Jorge

   https://deepeningwisdom.wordpress.com/2015/05/25/how-backbones-get-built-a-poem/
   
   

  
Never quit. Never. Rest when you need to, then get back up. Strength comes as you walk. Backbones come one good choice at a time. 

 Listen to Katy Perry sing Roar http://youtu.be/CevxZvSJLk8

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practice

    listen to Kate Earl sing Nobody http://youtu.be/imIxwxpd04E

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give us peace 🇺🇸

 I, may I rest in peace—I, who am still living, say,

May I have peace in the rest of my life.

I want peace right now while I’m still alive.

I don’t want to wait like that pious man who wished for one leg

of the golden chair of Paradise, I want a four-legged chair

right here, a plain wooden chair. I want the rest of my peace now.

I have lived out my life in wars of every kind: battles without 

and within, close combat, face-to-face, the faces always

my own, my lover-face, my enemy-face.

Wars with the old weapons—sticks and stones, blunt axe, words,

dull ripping knife, love and hate,

and wars with newfangled weapons—machine gun, missile, 

words, land mines exploding, love and hate,

I don’t want to fulfill my parents’ prophecy that life is war.

I want peace with all my body and all my soul.

Rest me in peace.

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I, May I Rest in Peace by Yehuda Amichai

   For all whose lives have been taken by war,

grant your mercy O God.

For soldiers, civilians, those wounded and neglected,

grant your mercy, O God.

For earth despoiled and living beings sacrificed,

grant your mercy, O God.

For our glorification of war and violence

and our willingness to hurt others

to defend ourselves,

grant your mercy, O God.

We give thanks for your beloved 

whom we have sacrificed;

we ask blessing for their loved ones,

confess our need for your grace,

and pray for the redemption of society.

Spirit of compassion and gentleness,

in the name of the One who was sacrificed,

save us by your grace,

and grant us your mercy.

Amen

__________________  

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

http://www.unfoldinglight.net

🇺🇸 happy Memorial Day

Listen to Garth sing We Shall Be Free http://youtu.be/13s9eciFDzA

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The whole world opens when we accept this moment, this very moment.— Deepak Chopra

  Consider a tree for a moment. As beautiful as trees are to look at, we don’t see what goes on underground as they grow roots. Trees must develop deep roots in order to grow strong and produce their beauty. But we don’t see the roots. We just see and enjoy the beauty. In much the same way, what goes on inside of us is like the roots of a tree.       

        – Joyce Meyer

  
 every bridge invites someone to cross it. 

      – Deepak Chopra 
on the shores of my soul 

I invite you to come

cross the bridge of love 

and sit with me a while

under the old banyan tree

and wonder the possibilities of where our love can lead

the river is wide

from shore to shore

yet, there’s always a bridge of love

we must cross once more

always once more

to reach our home on the distant shore

where we’ll both be safe where fear and war and pain will be no more

and joy resides with us 

side by side

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AL

 

  

listen to Serenity Fisher sing Fall in Love Again  http://youtu.be/Zk388D1MaJA

what are you looking for? 

When our eyes are graced with wonder, the world reveals its wonders to us. There are people who see only dullness in the world and that is because their eyes have already been dulled. So much depends on how we look at things. The quality of our looking determines what we come to see.     – John O’Donohue

 
  

  

   

  

  

 

  

Listen to Jason Mraz sing I’m Yours http://youtu.be/wIFh9hYongk

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just this…

  

Photo by Charlie Doane @ Branford, CT 

 Only a beige slat of sun 
above the horizon, like a shade pulled 

not quite down. Otherwise, 

clouds. Sea rippled here and 

there. Birds reluctant to fly. 

The mind wants a shaft of sun to 

stir the grey porridge of clouds, 

an osprey to stitch sea to sky 

with its barred wings, some dramatic 

music: a symphony, perhaps 

a Chinese gong. 
But the mind always 

wants more than it has— 

one more bright day of sun, 

one more clear night in bed 

with the moon; one more hour 

to get the words right; one 

more chance for the heart in hiding 

to emerge from its thicket 

in dried grasses—as if this quiet day 

with its tentative light weren’t enough, 

as if joy weren’t strewn all around. 

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Mind Wanting More by Holly Hughes

   
 

 Listen to my favorite song ❤️http://youtu.be/A3yCcXgbKrE

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come walk with me  

   

You know the brick path in back of the house,

the one you see from the kitchen window,  

the one that bends around the far end of the garden  

where all the yellow primroses are?  

And you know how if you leave the path  

and walk up into the woods you come  

to a heap of rocks, probably pushed  

down during the horrors of the Ice Age,  

and a grove of tall hemlocks, dark green now  

against the light-brown fallen leaves?  

And farther on, you know  

the small footbridge with the broken railing  

and if you go beyond that you arrive  

at the bottom of that sheep’s head hill?  

Well, if you start climbing, and you  

might have to grab hold of a sapling  

when the going gets steep,  

you will eventually come to a long stone  

ridge with a border of pine trees  

which is as high as you can go  

and a good enough place to stop.
The best time is late afternoon  

when the sun strobes through  

the columns of trees as you are hiking up,  

and when you find an agreeable rock  

to sit on, you will be able to see  

the light pouring down into the woods  

and breaking into the shapes and tones  

of things and you will hear nothing  

but a sprig of birdsong or the leafy  

falling of a cone or nut through the trees,  

and if this is your day you might even  

spot a hare or feel the wing-beats of geese  

driving overhead toward some destination.
But it is hard to speak of these things  

how the voices of light enter the body  

and begin to recite their stories  

how the earth holds us painfully against  

its breast made of humus and brambles  

how we who will soon be gone regard  

the entities that continue to return  

greener than ever, spring water flowing  

through a meadow and the shadows of clouds  

passing over the hills and the ground  

where we stand in the tremble of thought  

taking the vast outside into ourselves.
Still, let me know before you set out.  

Come knock on my door  

and I will walk with you as far as the garden  

with one hand on your shoulder.  

I will even watch after you and not turn back  

to the house until you disappear  

into the crowd of maple and ash,  

heading up toward the hill,  

piercing the ground with your stick.

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 Directions by Billy Collins

Listen to Eva Cassidy sing I know You by Heart http://youtu.be/mlx7Pb-LmSQ

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David Whyte

JOY is a form of deep intentionality and self forgetting, the bodily alchemy of what lies inside us in communion with what formally seemed outside, but is now neither, but become a living frontier, a voice speaking between us and the world: dance, laughter, affection, skin touching skin, song, music in the kitchen: the sheer beauty of the world inhabited as an edge between what we previously thought was us and what we thought was other than us. 
Joy can be a practiced achievement not just the unlooked for passing act of grace arriving out of nowhere, joy is a measure of our relationship to death and our living with death, joy is the act of giving ourselves away, joy is practiced generosity. If joy is a deep form of love, it is also the raw engagement with the passing seasonality of existence, the fleeting presence of those we love going in and out of our lives, faces, voices, memory, aromas of the first spring day or a wood fire in winter, the last breath of a dying parent as they create that rare, raw, beautiful frontier between loving presence and a new and blossoming absence. 
To feel a full untrammeled joy is to walk through the doorway of fear, the dropping away of the anxious worried self felt itself like a death itself, a disappearance, a giving away, seen in the laughter of friendship, the vulnerability of happiness felt suddenly as a strength, a solace and a source, the claiming of our place in the living conversation, the sheer privilege of being in the presence of a mountain, a sky or a familiar face – I am here and you are here and together we make a world.

Excerpted from JOY From the upcoming book of essays CONSOLATIONS: The Solace, Nourishment and Surprising Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words.

leaps & bounds 

 
When you send forth your spirit, we are created

                  —Psalm 104.30

Holy One,

         breath of the big bang,

         idea of creation,

you who make spring come forth,

         who make life out of nothing,

breathe yourself into me.

         Create me.

you are the flame,

         I am your light.

You are the nerve,

         I am your muscle.

You are the Word,

         I am the story.

You are the song,

         I am the singing.

I am one with you

         and one with all Creation.

One Spirit, 

         one flesh, many forms.

In your Spirit 

         I am we.

Holy One, live in me;
         I am your body.

I remember,

         and I live. 

__________________  

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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my words my world my earth my sky

   you are them all

my notes my music my score my song

    you are them all

my heart my soul my mind my life

   you are them all

my blood my breath my skin my bones

   you are them all 

everything I am everything I hope to be

    you are them all

AL 

 

Listen to Amos Lee sing Learned A Lot http://youtu.be/wgzFPP-Fa8o 
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[God] seems to delight in using the unexpected, the least likely, or the weakest link to turn our lives upside down and inside out . . . and fulfill the plan he has had in mind since the beginning of time.

~ Thelma Well

   

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