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now

 

 
Now is the time to know
That all that you do is sacred.
Now, why not consider 

A lasting truce with yourself and God.
Now is the time to understand 

That all your ideas of right and wrong 

Were just a child’s training wheels 

To be laid aside 

When you finally live 

With veracity 

And love.
We are each* a divine envoy 

Whom the Beloved 

Has written a holy message upon.
My dear, please tell me, 

Why do you still 

Throw sticks at your heart 

And God?
What is it in that sweet voice inside 

That incites you to fear?
Now is the time for the world to know 

That every thought and action is sacred.
This is the time 

For you to compute the impossibility 

That there is anything 

But Grace.
Now is the season to know 

That everything you do 

Is sacred.

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Today by Hafiz *edit by me…original words ‘Hafiz is’

 

 It’s there 
balled up in the corner of your mind 

covered over with cobwebs 

under the heaviest lock and key 

booby trapped 

even Indian Jones couldn’t get to this 

arc of your self-covenant 

anger slowly poisoning you over the years

toxic rivers seeping out 

flowing through your veins 

as you refuse to touch it 

or to acknowledge it can be conquered

the shadowy ghost of events so painful 

you have avoided them your whole life 

refused to allow 

the crumpled, tangled, horrible 

nightmare of these memories 

to be straightened out 

come into the sunlight 

to begin waste removal 

and cleanup of the mountain of trash

so deep 

it’s eaten you from the inside out 

destroying your peace  

and your chances for building the life you deserve

you’ve tolerated much 

to gain nothing 

will you ever

reach for higher ground?

I pray you will 

some fine day

I feel wonder

for how valued we each truly are,

how beloved. 

I am amazed at how far, and willing, 

God is to go,

to seek just one. 

Love is everything

we are all God’s children,

no matter what we choose to do.  

💞

AL

 

  

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you can do this

 

 truth pursues me
through the cracks in the sidewalk

refusing to die

or lie

or be denied

like a lazy 

hazy

crazy

day

truth 

sometimes

dances with the breeze

tickling my face with feathers

at other times

hurricane winds blow me down

sucker punching me in the gut

like an invisible boxer

intent on one thing

opening my eyes

expanding my humanity

never leaving me to my own devices

stretching my souls edges

challenging my comfort zones

while making me ever-more-comfortable in my own skin 

allowing me to step, by baby step, 

another inch or two into the mystery of grace

one day I know I’ll fit

into the sparkly shoes 

I’m here to fill…

don’t worry…

you will too

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AL

  
  
   
   
 
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what if?

 

 Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.
– Leo F. Buscaglia

   
 Job’s wife said to him, “Do you still persist in your integrity? Curse God, and die.” 
         

But he said to her, “You speak as any fool would speak. 
         

Shall we receive the good at the hand of God, and not receive the bad?”
                  —Job 2.9-10

   

      By the grace of God 
         

Christ tastes death for everyone’s sake.
                  —Hebrews 2.9

The question is not why there is suffering:
why shouldn’t there be?
Should there be no germs or earthquakes?

Should life be free of risk, or pain, or tears,
free of choices or freedom, but only directed by God?

Is pleasure always good, pain always bad?

Isn’t suffering necessary for love?

What would “deserving” be?

Would we want a God continually judging us,
the Dispenser Of Suffering And Reward?

Can God actually control suffering or pleasure?

Why is speaking in public, or being alone,
 heaven for one and hell for another?

A blind person I know rebuffs our sympathy:
what we call suffering she does not.

What if one experienced sickness not as suffering 
but a time to accept mortality, to draw near to God, 
a Sabbath?

Who “allows” evil or injustice, war or poverty? 
Who “allows” suffering when we eat meat? 

If a person suffered for their evil,
 could God not comfort them, relieve their sorrow or pain?

Or isn’t that the one thing God promises:
 not to make our lives exactly as pleasurable as we deserve
but to be with us in it all?

There is evil because we are imperfectly loved;
 sometimes we can’t bear our hurt, 
but project it onto others.

How does God deal with evil? 

By being with us in our pain, to heal it
 so we may stop spreading it.
 God suffers with us, “tastes death for everyone’s sake.”

There is no “reason,” nor need there be. 
There is no need for labels of “good” and “bad.”  
There is only gracious presence for all,
and the love that is willing to suffer for others,
 the saving grace of the cross.

Rather than question suffering,
 receive it as part of life, 
enter into people’s pain and the suffering of the world,
 and absorb it, so it may stop spreading —

and you will find God there.

 

__________________

 
Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

 

True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.

—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

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I want you to remember

I will always love you

Love does not forget

The sun will shine tomorrow

Don’t look back and regret 
Please won’t you remember 

rainy skies and grey days

Some times you will get

there’s always sun to follow

Then rainbows I predict 
I hope that you’ll remember

Love is really true

Sing and please don’t fret

The sun it shines, although 

you may not see it yet

🔹

AL

 

Listen to Little Anthony sing Tears on my Pillow  http://youtu.be/uxjQ3M_v7xc

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roots

You don’t have to sit with white linen on, light your tree scented candles and channel Buddha. There doesn’t have to be a “Dream Big” journal or a fairy involved. Just slow yourself down a few times a day and check in. Why am I so overwhelmed? Why am I rushing? Why am I so angry?       – Tancie Leroux

 

 A FRIEND OF mine dreamed that he was standing in an open place out under the sky, and there was a woman also standing there dressed in some coarse material like burlap. He could not see her face distinctly, but the impression that he had was that she was beautiful, and he went up to her and asked her a question. This friend of mine described himself to me once as a believing unbeliever, and the question that he asked her was the same one that Pontius Pilate asked Jesus, only he did not ask it the way you can imagine Pilate did — urbanely, with his eyes narrowed—but instead he asked it with great urgency as if his life depended on the answer, as perhaps it did. He went up to the woman in his dream and asked, “What is the truth?” Then he reached out for her hand, and she took it. Only instead of a hand, she had the claw of a bird, and as she answered his question, she grasped his hand so tightly in that claw that the pain was almost unendurable and prevented him from hearing her answer. So again he asked her, “What is the truth?” and again she pressed his hand, and again the pain drowned out her words. And then once more, a third time, and once more the terrible pain and behind it the answer that he could not hear. And the dream ended. What is the truth for the man who believes and cannot believe that there is a truth beyond all truths, to know which is to be himself made whole and true?
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-Frederick Buechner Originally published in The Hungering Dark

 

 Out of perfection nothing can be made.
Every process involves breaking something up.

The earth must be broken to bring forth life.

If the seed does not die, there is no plant.

Bread results from the death of wheat.

Life lives on lives.

Our own life lives on the acts of other people.

If you are lifeworthy,

you can take it.

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  – Joseph Campbell- Companion: Reflections on the Art of Living

 

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becoming one

The sojourning spirit is deep within each of us, if we’d listen, but it is not fundamentally about finding ‘the job’ or ‘the voice’ or ‘the degree’ or ‘the position’. The journey, at least as I know it, is a journey to union. It is a journey from fragmentation to wholeness, a journey from exile to home, a journey from attachment to union, a journey from hiding to “being hidden” in Christ, a journey from neurosis to theosis.    – Chuck deGroat

   
    
    
 

enough already

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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who’s responsible? 

 

  

   

  

every day life offers…

 

    
  This is what life does. It lets you walk up to
the store to buy breakfast and the paper, on a 

stiff knee. It lets you choose the way you have 

your eggs, your coffee. Then it sits a fisherman 

down beside you at the counter who says, Last night,

the channel was full of starfish. And you wonder,

is this a message, finally, or just another day?
Life lets you take the dog for a walk down to the

pond, where whole generations of biological 

processes are boiling beneath the mud. Reeds

speak to you of the natural world: they whisper,

they sing. And herons pass by. Are you old 

enough to appreciate the moment? Too old?

There is movement beneath the water, but it 

may be nothing. There may be nothing going on.
And then life suggests that you remember the 

years you ran around, the years you developed

a shocking lifestyle, advocated careless abandon,

owned a chilly heart. Upon reflection, you are

genuinely surprised to find how quiet you have

become. And then life lets you go home to think

about all this. Which you do, for quite a long time.
Later, you wake up beside your old love, the one

who never had any conditions, the one who waited

you out. This is life’s way of letting you know that

you are lucky. (It won’t give you smart or brave,

so you’ll have to settle for lucky.) Because you 

were born at a good time. Because you were able 

to listen when people spoke to you. Because you

stopped when you should have and started again.
So life lets you have a sandwich, and pie for your

late night dessert. (Pie for the dog, as well.) And 

then life sends you back to bed, to dreamland, 

while outside, the starfish drift through the channel, 

with smiles on their starry faces as they head

out to deep water, to the far and boundless sea.

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

Starfish by Eleanor Lerman

   
    
 Listen to The Eagles sing Peaceful Easy Feeling http://youtu.be/n00g71TySS4

 the possibilities are endless   

  
Turn a fool into gold

Turn a broken heart into a warrior of love

Turn a weak voice into an instrument of peace

Turn my messy life into a picture of grace

Turn my eyes to see only beauty

Turn my mourning into laughing

and my weary heart to be a trusting home

Turn my sorrow into pure joy

keep my feet from stumbling on the path

That is my prayer, oh Lord,

Turn my fear into courage

And turn my self will into a puddle of loving goodness to pour out on the ones I love

Let me walk hand in hand, 

and sleep in peace each night,

in fields of gold with the one who loves me like no other could ever love me

Thank you. Thank you,

always and forever

So be it

xo

💞

AL

Listen to Jason Isbell sing Cover Me Up http://youtu.be/WdwnGG29Upw

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say yes to things

 

 A day so happy. 
Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden. 

Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.

There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess. 

I knew no one worth my envying him. 

Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.

To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me.

In my body I felt no pain.

When straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.

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Gift by Czeslaw Milosz

  
Gratitude always proceeds the miracle. – Ann Voskamp

🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛🐛

Talk about breakthrough…

that says it all. 

Thank you

Thank you

Thank you

Ahhhh

Yes,

There it is –

Love always wins! ❤️

AL

 

Listen to Sarah McLaughlin sing Ordinary Miracle http://youtu.be/OD2kz_U5NQM 
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