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songs of goldย 

 

Photo by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT

  A yellow flower

(Light and spirit)
Sings by itself
For nobody. 

A golden spirit
(Light and emptiness)
Sings without a word
By itself. 

Let no one touch this gentle sun
In whose dark eye
Someone is awake. 

(No light, no gold, no name, no color
And no thought:
O, wide awake!)
A golden heaven
Sings by itself
A song to nobody.


๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽต
Song for Nobody by Thomas Merton
 
Listen to Sarah McLaughlin sing Ordinary Miracle http://youtu.be/m4j_wrmpMnU 
๐ŸŽต๐Ÿ™๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽต
photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513

moving magnificent mountains ย ย 

  

 What, then, is love?
That I think you’re cute?
That I want to kiss you?
Fun, yes.   
Love, no. 
Feels good for a moment
Won’t last past bad perfume 

Love is the choice to go all in
To make the choice
to give all
To commit, to share it all

Regardless of circumstance

Yes, even in the ugly days
the sick days
the battle times
the misunderstandings
the times of hardness
the times of bitterness

Love gives all,
and may grieve when all is not given in return – 
but never demands it

Love is easy

Love may have to move to an away position 
to preserve it’s honesty
but that doesn’t stop love
from loving

Love does not die,
It lives forever,
even when we think it’s gone
when we feel alone,
Love is present 

Love is not found in physical beauty,
it is a light that glows
from deep within
allowing us to see
far beyond our capabilities
past all the camouflage, smoke screens,
sparkles and hedges 
we plaster ourselves with
and hide behind

Love is patient and kind
Love never fails
Love always does
and always will
find its way

Love is tough and strong
always seeking highest and best,
not necessarily easiest 

Love never changes,
yet changes us radically,
into who we truly are meant to be
melting away all the defensive
build up of life scars
until we become golden

Lots of words have been written about love 
(Though to be honest,         Most are really about passion)

Yes, Love is a many splendored thing
Love is all we need 
All we seek
All we can trust
Love is all in all
All we are here for 
Love is You
Love is Me

but the words that really teach us love say,
What needs to be done today?
Love is not about just ASKING that question
Love ANSWERS that question
love does what needs to be done
Entering into the question daily
hourly
moment by moment

always. 

Just like faith without works is dead,
Love without action is dead
 
Just so you know- 
When I tell you
     I love you
this is what I mean

AL 
๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž
http://www.aholyexperience.com/2015/04/why-we-really-must-keep-falling-in-love/

 ๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž

  
Listen to Barry Manilow sing Weekend in New England http://youtu.be/WPm2HqlfZWI

Find photo sources at www.pinterest.com/al513

Your future depends on many things,ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  but mostly on you.ย ย  ย  ย  – Frank Tyger

  This is my commandment, 
         that you love one another as I have loved you.
                  โ€”John 15.12

that is, 
with tender attention
and stout resilience,
that is,
despite your blame and fear,
your betrayal yet to come,
your lack of repentance,

as I have loved you
when you were determined 
not to deserve it,

that you love as I have,
withholding nothing,
excusing no one,

that you pour yourself out
for the unworthy,

as I have 
pour yourself out
of your life
into eternal love
and as I have
rise
new, 
perfected
in love.

__________________  
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

 
    


   

 

What Is The First Step In Healing

What do you need to do to get better?

This morning, a 73 year old doctor in Tampa Bay, Florida shot himself. Today was his 38th wedding anniversary. He was accused of recklessly driving his speedboat and killing four teenage boys in 1989. Although he was acquitted, he never really got over it.

This morning, I met with a friend, age 64, who told me bitterly sheโ€™d stopped talking to her father. Theyโ€™ve had so many arguments in the years Iโ€™ve known her! In their last scene, she said she told him, โ€œIโ€™m a grown up now! You canโ€™t keep hurting me like you did when I was 12!โ€ I donโ€™t know for sure, but I can fill in the blanks on that one and so can you. My friend has recently lost 80 lbs and she has another 60 to go. Whatever happened back then, she never really got over it.

One of the drivers of the car in which I was passenger when both my children were killed blames himself for the accident to such an extent that his whole life has been mangled and wrought with emotional pain from that day to this. More than 20 years. He never really got over it.

What about you?

Do you have some secret pain, some traumatic memory, some inner anguish that you strive to hide from the world? Is there a monster inside you, jabbing at you and never letting you forget what happened?

Healing from serious issues can be a long, difficult process. At least, thatโ€™s how it has been for me. But unless we continue to work towards healing, toward bringing the dark into the light and letting it heal, we will end up like the people above โ€” ending our lives too early; destroying our physical well-being; mangling our futures with self-recrimination.

The journey to wellness โ€“ not the kind you fake so other people think youโ€™re OK now โ€“ requires a lot of courage. Itโ€™s going to be hard, but get this: it wonโ€™t be as hard as you think. And it will not require you to suffer as much as you suspect it might. I promise!

The first step in healing is deceptively simple: Decide thatโ€™s what you want to do.

Only you know the answer about whether you really want to revisit the past, dig it up and heal it so it doesnโ€™t keep on screwing with your current life. If you donโ€™t, youโ€™ll end up with the life similar to the people above. Iโ€™m not suggesting you rush off to confront people whoโ€™ve hurt you. Iโ€™m not actually suggesting you rush off and DO anything. Healing the soul is as gentle and slow as healing the body. You canโ€™t look at the cut on your finger and simply acknowledge you have a cut, then order it to heal instantly. You might have to tend to it a little. It will cause you pain (although not as much as the original injury.) You donโ€™t have to relive and talk endlessly about your trauma to heal it. Although it would be VERY helpful to see a therapist or a clergy person, even that isnโ€™t mandatory.

silence today and just ask this in the midst of your own stillness:

Do I want to keep living with this inside me or is it time to begin healing?

If the answer is YES, donโ€™t delay! Start now. It gets better, I promise.

by Wendy Keller

http://positiveoutlooksblog.com/2015/05/12/what-is-the-first-step-in-healing/

   

   Listen to Ruthie Foster sing Woke Up This Morning http://youtu.be/Pd0p9AYGgIs 

photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513 
   

The two most important days in your life
   are the day you are born, and 
       the day you find out why. 
Mark Twain

Happy Birthday to me!! I’m so glad to be here!! 50 ROCKS! 

 

promise keeper

 to make a promise…

Make a place of prayer, no fuss,
just lean into the white brilliance 
and say what you needed to say
all along, nothing too much, words
as simple and as yours and as heard
as the bird song above your head
or the river running gently beside you,
let your words join to the world 
the way stone nestles on stone
the way the water simply leaves 
and goes to the sea,
the way your promise 
breathes and belongs 
with every other promise 
the world has ever made. 

Now, leave them to go on, 
let your words alone 
to carry their own life,
without you, let the promise 
go with the river. 
Have faith. Walk away.



TO MAKE A PROMISE by David Whyte

 

So easy to miss the moment.
Just this.
This inhale. . . . this exhale. . . .
This dawn of dark clouds streaked with light.
This smile, this ache, this laughter, these tears. . . 
As we slip into the water of this week unfolding before us.
             ~ Oriah

  

Listen to Gavin McGraw sing Follow Through http://youtu.be/dr2o8Ir30Zc

๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿฟ

photo sources found at http://www.pinterest.com/al513

Caesium standardย 

 caesium standard or caesium atomic clock is a primary frequency standard in which electronic transitionsbetween the two hyperfine ground states of caesium-133 atoms are used to control the output frequency. The first caesium clock was built by Louis Essenin 1955 at the National Physical Laboratory in the UK.[1]
Caesium clocks are the most accurate commercially produced time and frequency standards, and serve as the primary standard for the definition of the second in SI (the metric system). By definition, radiation produced by the transition between the two hyperfine ground states of caesium (in the absence of external influences such as the Earth’s magnetic field) has a frequency of exactly 9,192,631,770 Hz. That value was chosen so that the caesium second equalled, to the limit of human measuring ability in 1960 when it was adopted, the existing standard ephemeris second based on the Earth‘s orbit around the Sun.[2] Because no other measurement involving time had been as precise, the effect of the change was less than the experimental uncertainty of all existing measurements. 

๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜ 05.01.15

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caesium_standard
 
Listen to Aime by Pure Prairie League http://youtu.be/V4mCiYQeU_s
๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•˜

photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513

declaration ย 

 
THIS IS ENOUGH! 

Listen to John Legend sing All of Me http://youtu.be/Mk7-GRWq7wA 

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I am a poet

  It has taken a while to embrace the poet.

The desire having been born much later in life,
to write poetry,
to bring to life, with words,
what I see, feel, moments of sanguinity.

I have never doubted the words I have written
because they were written in truth, my truth.
But I did doubt the title.
Poet.
What? These lines? Poetry?

There was too much significance behind the title.
A poet.
Wordsworth, Shelley, Dickinson, Frost, Walt Whitman…
Oh my. The idea left me breathless.
What was I playing at?

But then, the answer was blindingly simple.
Take away the significance.

Aren’t poems moments of grace, of revelation?

Humming to a birdsong,
delighting at the sight of valleys and mountains,
closing our eyes in ecstasy at the sweetness of a fruit
or the texture of bark under our fingertips…
Aren’t these the poetic murmurings of one’s heart?

While some of us choose to put it all on paper,
others choose to carry it all within their hearts.
Well then, underneath the cloak of conventionality,
aren’t we all poetic?
Aren’t we all poets?

๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค

I am a poet by Rama Desai

https://ramaink.wordpress.com/author/ramaink/
๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค

 

   

  Listen to Lake Street Dive sing We Love All the Same Songs http://youtu.be/9sNbyjfgccc
photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/513

the answer to how is love

 Everything is made of God.         Love lies waiting in it.

Every darkest mystery
         hides grace.

The most desperate act
         is born of hopeful longing:
though the hope has been withheld
         the longing still burns.

Even the greatest tragedy
         is made of blessed pieces
and drips with the light 
         of grace it has passed through.

In even the most evil despot
         a heart beats and breath is given.

The graver the injustice
         the deeper the listening needed;
the more foul the evil
         the more love is required.

Grieve your sorrows without pretense.
         Protest oppression with courage.
Above all: don’t lose trust in the grace
         already infolded in the knot.
__________________  
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

   

Listen to Gungor sing Beautiful Things http://youtu.be/1spkhp41ig4

photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513 

 

a happy day in May

  A delicate fabric of bird song

   Floats in the air, 
The smell of wet wild earth 
   Is everywhere. 

Red small leaves of the maple 
   Are clenched like a hand, 
Like girls at their first communion
   The pear trees stand. 

Oh I must pass nothing by 
   Without loving it much, 
The raindrop try with my lips, 
   The grass with my touch; 

For how can I be sure 
   I shall see again 
The world on the first of May 
   Shining after the rain?
๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒนโ˜”๏ธ๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒนโ˜”๏ธ๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒนโ˜”๏ธ๐Ÿ๐ŸŒนโ˜”๏ธโ˜€๏ธ
May Day by Sara Teasdale
 
Listen to Kate Earl sing Shadows and Light http://youtu.be/wKXvrtCiOvo
photos found at www.pinterest.com/al492 

simply says it

 

via Project Happiness on facebook

Listen to You Can Close Your Eyes – Anika Larsen & Jessie Mueller http://youtu.be/8USVXvRUKoI

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