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moving magnificent mountains   

  

 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 
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http://www.aholyexperience.com/2015/04/why-we-really-must-keep-falling-in-love/

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

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do it again….do it again

  Our Lord has written resurrection not in books alone—but in every leaf in springtime.   – Martin Luther

  Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead.

For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. 

But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. 

It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. 

It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them.

It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.

G K Chesterton

 

 Hope and renewal and rebirth are at the heart of things. 

The world in winter looks so much as if it’s dying—and yet, and yet …

The frozen streams heard him sigh…

“We’ll run again!” they seemed to cry.

The tall dead grasses all were rustling…

“But we’re not dead, we’re only sleeping!”

The lost flowers were singing on and on…

“But we’re only hidden, we’re not gone!”

That tiny green shoot preached to me that morning. About hope. About joy. 

And about vulnerability—which isn’t weakness, but true strength.

Everywhere we look, God is speaking to us. His creation is singing to us. The Heavens are shouting it out. It’s not what it looks like! There is hope beyond the walls of the world!

That Joy is at the heart of things.

That a Light shines beneath it all. 

That Love runs the universe.

The more childlike we become —  the more like God we are.

And really, it shouldn’t surprise us that God is “younger” than we are.

After all, it wasn’t a general, or a warrior, or a politician God sent to rescue His broken world —

It was a baby.

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   – Sally Lloyd-Jones on A Holy Experience 

http://www.aholyexperience.com/2015/05/when-youre-desperate-for-some-hope-in-the-midst-of-a-monotonous-life/

  

 

Photos by Fisherman Dan @ Branford CT

Listen to Keb’ Mo sing Closer http://youtu.be/Fdv-KafABk4 


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

  This is my commandment, 
         that you love one another as I have loved you.
                  —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.

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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 she’d stopped talking to her father. They’ve had so many arguments in the years I’ve known her! In their last scene, she said she told him, “I’m a grown up now! You can’t keep hurting me like you did when I was 12!” I don’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, that’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 — ending our lives too early; destroying our physical well-being; mangling our futures with self-recrimination.

The journey to wellness – not the kind you fake so other people think you’re OK now – requires a lot of courage. It’s going to be hard, but get this: it won’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 that’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 doesn’t keep on screwing with your current life. If you don’t, you’ll end up with the life similar to the people above. I’m not suggesting you rush off to confront people who’ve hurt you. I’m not actually suggesting you rush off and DO anything. Healing the soul is as gentle and slow as healing the body. You can’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 don’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 isn’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, don’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

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Caesium standard 

 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. 

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

 
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?

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I am a poet by Rama Desai

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

sprung    

   
 


 Grass grows in the night

and early the mockingbirds begin
their fleet courtships over puddles,
upon wires, in the new green
of the Spanish limes.

Their white-striped wings flash
as they flirt and dive.
Wind in the chimes pulls music
from the air, the sky’s cleared
of its vast complications.

In the pause before summer,
the wild sprouting of absolutely
everything: hair, nails, the mango’s
pale rose pennants, tongues of birds
singing daylong.

Words, even, and sudden embraces,
surprising dreams and things I’d never
imagined, in all these years of living,
one more astonished awakening.

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Morning in May by Rosalind Brackenbury
 
This is my commandment, 
         that you love one another as I have loved you.
                  —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

 
 

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 

 

Derby Day

  On a pleasant May day perfect for the racing events 

The Churchill downs of Kentucky proudly presents 
The finest champion thoroughbreds of all time 
With forthcoming foals of champion bloodline 
Attention please, the speaker was saying “We have an honored guest” 
A lone horse with “Jerry Bailey” in the saddle by request 
Yes, we have your favorite star 
The famous champion “cigar” 
The crowd became estatic, cheering as the judges gave an award 
A bronze replica of the wonder horse with gold letters “cigar” 
By this time the music began to play, all stood still to hear 
My old Kentucky home they love to so dear 
The jockeys suits of outstanding vivid colors as they rode 
Their mounts to the post 
Matched the bright ensembles of the enthusiastic hosts 
Oh! There is number eight, he does not want to cooperate 
Number nine like most is in his prime 
Ok now they are all in line 
Their off oh no, cigar want to go 
He doesn’t know he was only there for show 
Number eight that was slow to go to the gate 
He is now by the side rail 
Only two horses does he trail 
He is coming down the stretch fast 
Yes one of the horses he did pass 
The crowd is on their feet he won fair and square 
A little elderly man with a hearing aid said “Who was he that rode into victory?” 
Sir, it was pulpit that won the race 
And Captain Budgit came in second place 
And Concerto was in third today 
When I awake I hope it’s true 
About the Kentucky Derby as I told to you. 
Now that the race has been run 
There was laughter, chatting and fun 
And the celebrating has just begun 
The horse owners, jockeys, trainers and their families 
All met in the diner, ordering drinks to their families 
The happy people were dancing to rock, pop and who knows what 
And when they settled down they talked about racing a lot 
Questions and suggestions, like- Was Pulpit really that hot? 
Will Cigar run again or was he just for show? 
We will ask Allen Paulson- He knows 
What about Thesaurus- he won four races on turf- Wow! 
He is ready for big time and he is ready now 
My goodness, what time can it be? 
I slept too long 
I enjoyed every minute of my dream, is that so wrong?

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Dreaming of the Kentucky Derby by Jeannette V. Steiner

    

Listen to Dan Folgelberg sing Run For the Roses http://youtu.be/61cceAXnC6w

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http://www.kentuckyderby.com

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