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When you welcome your emotions as teachers, every emotion brings good news, even the ones that are painful. – Gary Zukav
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WE CAN CHOOSE HOW WE MOVE THROUGH EACH STEP IN OUR STORY!
The path we take makes all the difference!
Vulnerability is the path to intimacy and peace in every area of life.
It’s hard. It takes awareness and then making the choices – every time! Keep showing up. Don’t numb it, don’t apologize for it, don’t fight it. Just feel it all fully and allow it to be. It is what it is. And now make the choice to honor it. And to allow it to make you stronger, better, more fully yourself and more fully aware of how this connects us all together. We are one. When one suffers – we all suffer. That’s human, animal, the planet. If we want to end suffering, we must not want anyone to suffer. We must heal ourselves of these things so that we can truly heal others. Let it flow. Choose to look for and find any beauty right where you are. Choose to embrace the glory in the gray. Choose to speak words of life.
http://songsfromthevalley.com/October-09-2.19-Tears.pdf
http://www.aholyexperience.com/2012/10/best-tip-for-effective-time-management/
why God became man? to KNOW us
‘Sit down. Sit down,’ I say. For no one
has shifted personal stance enough for long
to sit where I sit and dangle
ten toes in my shoes and wonder what arrows
are hidden beneath my flesh, ‘sit down. Sit down.
And do not tell me, but listen. Listen
Even when I am silent. Listen even
When I am speaking in tongues not of humans
Or of angels but of the shadowy
Devils that drug and depress me and drag
Me down to my dark and original sense.’
– Re-entry/ Thomas John Carlisle
and on the third day…LIFE conquers death!
Death Begets Life
Photograph by Ireena Worthy on Flickr
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Creator of the universe, create in me.
Lover of all beings, fill me with your love,
and trust in your mercy and grace.
Great One, whose Oneness heals all things,
may I be a power for your delight,
for the healing of the world.
Beloved, be my love,
my hope,
my life.
Amen.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
unfoldinglight5@hotmail.com
www.unfoldinglight.net
Every great work, every big accomplishment, has been brought into manifestation through holding to the vision, and often just before the big achievement, comes apparent failure and discouragement. – Florence Scovel Shinn
Nothing stops the man who desires to achieve. Every obstacle is simply a course to develop his achievement muscle. It’s a strengthening of his powers of accomplishment.
– Eric Butterworth
it may just look like a huge wave from where you are
It was after the waves.
After the waves of contractions, after the waves of blow out diapers and wet nursing pads that leaked through the let downs and the damp spit blankets that piled high at the bedroom door.
Long after the waves of colic at 3 am and the 4:30 am crying, both the swaddled and terrified toddler, and the sleepless nights in that faded worn flannel that blurred into long stumbling years —
after she had used up all the young and just hung old everywhere, clung and nursed and pulled right out.
It was after all that decade of crashing waves that she stood on the shore with the children, tanned and limbered and long, and they dug castles. She had known visions of castles. What she hadn’t known is that things come true in the most unlikely ways.
Sometimes the crashing waves don’t wash you away, but wash you alive.
She still stood.
She stood and she didn’t know how –
because she’d yelled about tossed socks and abandoned bowls and slamming doors and flipped up toilet seats and she’d hollered and fallen so many times, her skin was right grass-stained with this tripped-up world.
She hadn’t known: Grace is the backbone of every woman still standing.
She was over half way now.
If she was given a full seventy years, she was over halfway now.
Half the sunrises behind her, half the harvest moons, half the fading summers — and all the beginnings and the firsts and all her own babies, all that behind. And it made her hurt and it made her smile: It’s all the things already behind a woman that bring her beauty to the front.
She wondered then if it had been a lie? For women, men, everyone…. It had been a lie and she didn’t know where it had got started except maybe back when it was all paradise and is that why they had lost paradise, because they’d believed the lie?
“You can have it all” — isn’t the whole truth.
No matter where you — it’s never all easy. A crop is made by all the seasons and the only way to have it all — is not at the same time… but letting one season bring its yield into the next.
This is how to have no fear —
each season makes a full year.
The girl ran through the waves.
And three of the boys dug with shovels and hands and pails.
And the firstborn stood with his father at the edge of the water, shoulder to shoulder, talking man to man on the rim of the world.
She had delivered this. And she had been full and round and she, together with him, they had delivered this, each of them, and now she stood full all over again. A mother fills, only to empty, and empty, and empty, which fills her full again, and isn’t this giving away the way to have it all?
And she could feel it, there on the beach with all the children birthed, the light in their hair, in their eyes, all the time passing under her like sand:
There are a thousand ways to be stretched thin and it’s the stretchmarks that a woman wears that can be her thin places, giving her more of God.
The only way to have it all… is to have Jesus – and like Him — to give it all away.
Fall was coming. Summer fading.
She could feel it in the air, on her face facing right into wind.
She watched how the boys wrestled a log off the beach. She watched how they launched it into waves, into sun, into that endless horizon and everything unknown.
And in the goings and the launchings, she stood there brave — all the seasons were going to do nothing less than make a full year.
The seasons could turn. The seasons could bring it all as He meant it to be.
And she could stand there after the waves and before the waves and she could feel it –
She wasn’t afraid of swimming in the deep end, way out of her comfort zone.
When you can’t touch bottom, you touch the depths of God.
– Ann Voskamp
The Truth about really having it all
http://www.aholyexperience.com/
adventure awaits!
New York through the Lense – Vivienne Gucwa
I watch the dark skein swerve and wheel
and return to its purpose,
each bird defined
against a misty grey sky.
The rain-stained glass
and traffic noise
keep me from their calls,
and I feel apart
from life itself.
Rhythms and drives
are sanitised and commoditised,
rituals removed
more and more
from root and purpose.
The outstretched necks
and curves of wings
are living shorthand messages
for those, like me,
without direction,
left behind
to the hard shoulders and cold hearts
of a lost people.
Nancy Somerville, ‘Wild Geese Flying South’, from Pushing the Boat Out: New Poetry , Wild Goose Publications, Kathy Galloway (ed.), 1995
I believe God wants you to know…
…that being “right” has nothing to do with it.
The idea that you call “right” is the idea that someone
else calls “wrong.” The solution that you call “perfect”
is the solution that another calls “unworkable.” The
position that you feel is unassailable is the very
position that others assail.
What will solve all of this? Not attack, that’s for sure.
And not defense, either. So what is left? Simple human
love. The kind of love that says, “It doesn’t matter who
is right or wrong. It only matters that you are not hurt.
And that we both can benefit. All true benefits are mutual.”
– Neale Donald Walsh
http://www.nealedonaldwalsch.com
look for miracles, smile…
Just as darkness retreats before light,
so all anger and bitterness disappear for the fragrance of humility.
-John Climacus
Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor
and slander be put away from you, along with all malice.
Be kind to one another, tenderhearted,
forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.
Ephesians 4:31-32
Maritta Terrell
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http://thoughtsaday.blogspot.com/
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