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today’s choice

  
Listen to Lynyrd Skynyrd sing Free Bird http://youtu.be/iEAn9dNavT4

  

interesting conversations (grade: C-)

  
HAMLET: To be, or not to be–that is the question:

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep–

No more–and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep–

To sleep–perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub,

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause. There’s the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely

The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovered country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprise of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action. — Soft you now,

The fair Ophelia! — Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins remembered.

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Read more at http://www.monologuearchive.com/s/shakespeare_001.html#q445B8QYR85jGYt2.99

 

 I think of difficult days
Days I struggle to stay alive

To keep my head above water

To put one foot in front of the other

To stay hydrated in the middle of my water works
I think of days of joy

When everything sparkles

When I say hello to the bright-eyed me in the mirror

When I am so glad I’m alive

So connected to the whole
I think about the moods of nature

The sunny days

The gray days

Days of angry storms

or gentle raindrops

Days of extreme
Just like me

Extreme weather

caused by my energy

the energy around me 

environmental and

relational factors
personal forecast

Todays weather calls for

Sunny outlook

with occasional clouds

a few showers through out the day

wine at sunset

moon full tonight  

with a dream or two of your kisses

 still warm on my lips

floating through

Waking to a great day tomorrow 

until I see you again

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AL

  
Listen to Amos Lee sing Soul Suckers http://youtu.be/zqidM_U9rgU

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nothing is worth more than this day! Β Β 

  
Your life isn’t behind you; your memories are behind you. Your life is ALWAYS ahead of you. Today is a new day. Seize it!       – Steve Maraboli

  
  

Listen to Frank Sinatra sing The Best Is Yet to Come http://youtu.be/TOyeyOEmFtE

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We must hold each other with tender care, so as not to bend a soul away from its truth. Β Β  Β  – from The Endless Practice Β 

 

 Over and over we break

open, we break and

we break and we open.

For a while, we try to fix

the vesselβ€”as if

to be broken is bad.

As if with glue and tape

and a steady hand we

might bring things to perfect

again. As if they were ever

perfect. As if to be broken is not

also perfect. As if to be open

is not the path toward joy.
The vase that’s been shattered

and cracked will never

hold water. Eventually

it will leak. And at some

point, perhaps, we decide

that we’re done with picking

our flowers anyway, and no

longer need a place to contain them

We watch them grow just

as wildflowers doβ€”unfenced,

unmanaged, blossoming only

when they’re readyβ€”and mygod,

how beautiful they are amidst

the mounting pile of shards.

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The Way It Is by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

   

  

   

 

  

   

  Listen to Norah Jones sing The Long Way Home http://youtu.be/tpeIePQpSuU

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unexpected Mondays are the best!

 
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Listen to Todd Rundgren sing Love is the Answer http://youtu.be/IjMKz0wCGmw

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wonder unshackles us from the binding constraints of what we deem as possible, and it tickles us alive with the possibility of the impossible. Β  – Craig D. LounsbroughΒ 

 The biggest lesson I’ve learned so far is, “It’s okay.” It’s okay for me to be kind to myself. It’s okay to be wrong. It’s okay to get mad. It’s okay to be flawed. It’s okay to be happy. It’s okay to move on. 

    β€” Hayley Williams  

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http://www.aholyexperience.com/2015/05/when-truth-feels-like-burlapswhen-truth-feels-like-burlap/

   

  
 

  Listen to Amos Lee sing There I Go Again http://youtu.be/J0BXckR_-4c

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amplifiedΒ 

 
 You see, I want a lot. 

Perhaps I want everything 

the darkness that comes with every infinite fall 

and the shivering blaze of every step up.

So many live on and want nothing 

And are raised to the rank of prince 

By the slippery ease of their light judgments

But what you love to see are faces 

that do work and feel thirst. 

You love most of all those who need you 

as they need a crowbar or a hoe. 

You have not grown old, and it is not too late 

To dive into your increasing depths 

where life calmly gives out its own secret.

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The Book of Hours by Rainer Maria Rilke

  On this day of your life I believe God wants you to know…
…that life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

You won’t find glory at the center of safety, but at its edge. You won’t find love at a place where you are covered, but in the space where you are naked.

You gotta take some risks. You have to not only pick up the dice, but roll ’em. So go ahead, take the gamble.

You have nothing to lose except the chance to win. 

Life is not long enough to spend it on the sidelines. And you will not have to think but a second to know exactly why you received this message today.

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    – Neale Donald Walsh

      http://www.nealedonaldwalsch.com

 
  

  Listen to Brett Dennen sing The One Who Loves You Most http://youtu.be/4XwSRzNCYIA 

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when we grow afraid we forgetΒ 

 
 I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.

I want to free what waits within me

so that what no one has dared to wish for
may for once spring clear

without my contriving.
If this is arrogant, God, forgive me,

but this is what I need to say.

May what I do flow from me like a river,

no forcing and no holding back,

the way it is with children.
Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,

these deepening tides moving out, returning,

I will sing you as no one ever has,
streaming through widening channels

into the open sea.
I, 12 [I believe in all that has never been spoken] by Rainer Maria Rilke. 

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How can you not see it,

if you stand still enough,

or walk out far enough:

the light shimmering from every leaf,

the actual hardness of every stone?

This stone says something

of humility and presence, 

of where it came from, and the belly of stars,

but it stays silent to draw you nearer.

We are, all of us, even the thin geranium

on the back stoop, reaching up

for light, for life, for beauty, 

singing out with the great silent voice

of the immense glory of being,

the long, amazing story

and a love story it is.

Without your having to rememberβ€”

such a gift, such a giftβ€”

your lungs open to the world

and take in life, each moment.  

Who gave you that?

How can you not sing, even in silence?

When we grow afraid we forget,

we wear protective layers 

of things to believe, things to do,

so many things to do,

so that we don’t come too near

and catch fire. 
_________________  

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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  (I agree, Mary Oliver…hum, hum)
Listen to Mat Kearney sing Closer to Love http://youtu.be/EMRXXBGotnw

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leaking loveΒ 

 Sometimes you just need someone to storm heaven for you

Sometimes you just need someone to hoarse whisper it for you β€”

β€œFather of the Tired & Broken-Hearted…

oh, hear our prayer….

Give Your Child the wisdom to know it this week:

Hiding when you’re hurting won’t heal you and growing isolated can just let infection grow.

Give Your Child the love to live it: 

The secret way to heal a broken heart is to let love leak out like an ocean through all the cracks.

When you’re most wounded by words, run to the only Word that always brings healing.

And may all the trials be but a trail,

all the stones on the way be but grace stairs to God.

In the name of Jesus β€”

who broke His heart to heal ours…”

πŸ’”πŸ’”πŸ’”πŸ’”πŸ’”πŸ’”πŸ’”πŸ’”πŸ’”πŸ’”πŸ’”πŸ’”πŸ’–

    – Ann Voskamp (edited) read full post at aholyexperience.com

 
   

Listen to Natasha Bedingfield sing Unwritten http://youtu.be/TtGY4G7II6s

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Listen to Plumb sing Exhale http://youtu.be/dOgUjSW4agg

remember: it all flows

 
 Jairus begged him repeatedly, My little daughter is at the point of death. Come and lay your hands on her, so that she may be made well, and live.” So he went with him. And a large crowd followed him and pressed in on him…. Immediately aware that power had gone forth from him, Jesus turned about in the crowd and said, β€˜Who touched my clothes?”…. The woman came in fear and trembling, fell down before him, and told him the whole truth. … While he was still speaking, some people came from the leader’s house to say, β€œYour daughter is dead. Why trouble the teacher any further?”…. He took her hand, and she got up….

                  β€”from Mark 5.2143
Jesus, interrupted, follows.

Interrupted again, he stops.

The clock ticking,

sirens still blaring, lights flashing,

he stops and listens.

His pause, it seems, is deadly.

But it isn’t, is it? 
Who does not feel the devil

turning within you, chanting,

There is not enough time?

Who does not fear the story,

told from behind a dark curtain,

You don’t have the power?
Of course you don’t.

It’s not yours.

Time does not belong; it flows.

Power does not sit; it flows.

You don’t have to dip into 

your little purse of time and energy:

you let infinite grace flow through you.
Healing happens without your effort;

you are only present.

It is not your time, not your energy, but God’s. 

You enter the river, and it flows through you.
When you are present in this moment

you will be present in the next.
And thus it is, when you are present in this life

you are present in the next.  
__________________  

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

http://www.unfoldinglight.net 

   

Listen to Christy Nockles sing Grace Flows Down http://youtu.be/lBPNdTowJuc 

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