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as much as you want

All the greatest things you have done,
with those of all the masters,
are little purple berries
on the end of bare branches
that songbirds come and eat
and then migrate far,
strong and beautiful.

All the mistakes you ever made
fall like leaves and rot
in God’s good dark earth
until, after time and regret
and a winter of letting go,
it all becomes rich, black soil.

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net

Nov 12
This is a time of abundance in your life. Your cup runneth over with blessings. After plodding uphill for several weeks, you are now traipsing through lush meadows drenched in warm sunshine. I want you to enjoy to the full this time of ease and refreshment. I delight in providing it for you.
Sometimes my children hesitate to receive My good gifts with open hands. Feelings of false guilt creep in, telling them they don’t deserve to be so richly blessed. This is nonsense – thinking, because no one deserves anything from Me. My kingdom is not about earning and deserving; it’s about believing and receiving.
When a child of Mine balks at accepting My gifts, I am deeply grieved. When you receive My abundant blessings with a grateful heart, I rejoice. My pleasure in giving and your pleasure in receiving flow together in joyous harmony.
Psalm 23:5; John 3:16; Luke 11:9-10; Romans 8:32
Jesus Calling: enjoying peace in His presence
Sarah Young

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travelers

Wanderer, your footsteps are
The road, and nothing more;
Wanderer, there is no road,
The road is made by walking.
By walking one makes the road.

And upon glancing behind
One see the path
That will never be trod again.
Wanderer, there is no road,
Only wakes upon the sea.
– Antonio Machado
The Traveler
Quoted in Standing at Water’s Edge by Anne Paris

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for love of leaves

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leave subsides to leaf .
So Eden sank to grief, …

So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
– Robert Frost
Once again, more beautiful words and thoughts from Ann Voskamp –

All summer, the chlorophyll of the leaf, all that green, absorbs the sun and releases food and it this cycle of chlorophyll that cloaks the leaves’ pure colors.

Shalom kneels under the pear tree, picks herself a yellow leaf, gold for a pocket.

I finger the edge of a scarlet one.

“But come the fall of the year, come November —  the chlorophyll ebbs. And the green dims.”

Shalom holds up an ember leaf.

“And there it is — the leaf’s true colors!”

Shalom whispers, bowed over her gilded leaf — “You mean this leaf was always this colour?”

And I nod.

All this brilliance, all this God glory — it is always here.

But life can blind and truth can hide in plain sight and the ways of God burn underneath everything.

Life has blinding cycles of its own — but our God is always blazing glory.

And when you whisper thanks to God — you glimpse the glory of God and pure grace colors your world.

And I pick up a pen to thank through the fall days.

And the dark ebbs and the shadows dim –

and all the trees and the thankful ignite with the true colours of the glorious now.

A Holy Experience
http://www.aholyexperience.com/

The Surrender

I went to school this morning
In the world frosted and glittering
I watched a golden tree
Freely unloading itself
In the beautiful a-bun-dance of autumn

I watched in silence from a distant bench
And then I stood with the tree
and accepted the flow of life
the circle of season
It surprised me
It was a musical process
this sound of surrender
Filling me

I felt the soft plops of berries
the whisper dance of leaves on my hat
The drum beat leading the celebration dance
of..
letting go
freedom
re-birth to come
at my feet
I was a witness to the grand nature of trees

It taught me lessons
in minutes
answers I have been searching for
for years

I trust dreaming
Everything is the poetry of love

AL 11/5/12

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Lucky Leaves

Oh, these lucky leaves
That release themselves
Fall into the river and float
Away
Some of them remember
To stick their stems above
The stream and sail along
Longer than the others
That forget from one year
To the next
It’s important to remember
Because it is so easy to forget the One thing
That helps us sail along
With the Stream

Rick Mayher   11/4/12

in the center of a labyrinth

This morning I am sitting in the center of a labyrinth in Robin & Scott Kissel’s yard! And as I sit here in the amazing space and talk to God and breathe in my spirit and the spirit around me, I am so full of love, joy, peace and gratitude.
It has not been the easy path to get here, but it has given me so much more than I ever dreamed was possible. I am amazed and so humbled by this love which has consumed my path, and as I rest right here in the center, I realize how many times when I thought I was in the eye of the hurricane, I was actually in the eye of the majestic God of glory, who is everything and in everything!
Who am I that I would be so loved? I am the beloved daughter of God, and I am loved just as you are, you fabulous creation! We are so sons and daughters! Praise God in the highest! Let my lips and my words never stop giving praise!!!

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good thoughts from a fellow Kentuckian!

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.

And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.

When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.

Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.

Listen to carrion — put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.

Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.

As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn’t go.

Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry

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

adventure awaits!

New York through the Lense – Vivienne Gucwa

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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

live your life – all we truly have is this moment!

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If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you
can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep
moving forward.
– Martin Luther King Jr.

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