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The art of just being

And did you get what you wanted from this life even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on this earth.
– Raymond Carver

Our modern version of the sacrifice— the ritual action performed over and over again in order to deal with our inadequacy before God —is not the slaughter of animals, but our busyness.  Some little god in us, some demanding voice, believes that we need to accomplish, control and experience a lot of things. We need to make ourselves useful.  We need to cover the sacrificial altar of our lives with all that we’ve done.  We are afraid that that little god in us would be displeased if we just sat there. 

But we are set free from that.  We don’t have to do everything.  We don’t have to rush around.  We don’t have to over-function, overachieve, over-schedule. In fact, we don’t have to do anything.  We’ve already been perfected and made holy (“sanctified”). We can stop the slaughter of the innocent animal of our time and mindfulness. 

Look at Christ: he not only gave up his ministry (think what miracles he could have done had he escaped the cross!), but he gave up his life, not to accomplish, but to simply be. And though his doing ended in death, his being went right on beyond death.  That’s how free we are: like those who have already died and gone to heaven, we don’t have to do anything.  Just be. We don’t have to offer the sacrifice of doing again and again.  It turns out that an infinite number of angels can dance on the head of a pin, but they’re not that driven.

Yeah, I know, I have a lot on my to-do list, too.  But don’t forget the one sacred thing on your to-be list. If we take time every day to remember that our holy calling is to be, not to do, then the things we do will be holy, and not so neurotic. We don’t have to crowd our whole life onto the head of a pin: we have space to dance all over heaven.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

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.

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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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whatever it is

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Whatever it is
it can change
Whatever has gotten buried so deep in you
it’s become your blood
the only way you have ever known
the only way you have ever been
it can change.
Whatever turns in your chest like a heavy stone
whatever keeps you
clutching your heart
to try and stop the bleeding
whatever feels so
much bigger than you
you can never see its edges
it can bend
it can re-form itself into something new
it can change.
So bow to whatever it is as it is now
even as that breaks you
kiss it with every cell in you
sit down next to its fire
and let your fingers stain with ash.
Curse it too
curse it to survive
to vent the heat.
See the costs, see what’s been lost
but don’t weep for it
for every bird looking down at you can see
everything has its perfect timeline
like the line across your palm
its perfect arc for pain.
Sweet one:
your journey here
is like no other journey
and the gift waiting
for each of us
at the end
is the same.

Tara Mohr
http://www.taramohr.com/2012/11/i-find-hope-here/#comment-4824

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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perfect hug

I walked into a flock of hugs
Then I walked into arms of love
Arms so strong
Encircling me
Reach so deep
inside of me
My knees almost gave way
I wanted to stay there forever
Connected to this tenderness, strength and kindness
With you touching my back

AL 11/12/12

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wishing you a lovely day

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you only find what you look for…

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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/

election and beyond

Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory.

No matter what choices we make today,
what wisdom or folly we give authority,
what greed or compassion we give voice,
what prophets or scoundrels we give power,
no matter who wins and loses,
God is at work in the world,
and the world belongs wholly to God.

Our work and our choices matter,
and God uses them as a master uses tools;
but God also has far greater, unseen powers,
at work in the world beyond our knowing,
before whom all our laws and leaders are puny.
Whatever dreams or fears we empower today
it will not be enough:
we have neither saved nor ended the world.
Grace will abide; and the work will go on:
the gentle man with holes in his hands
will continue to feed the hungry and heal the sick
and tear down the scaffolding of evil,
will continue to die with the outcast
and rise with healing in his wings
and his children in his arms,
and will continue to call his laborers
into the field to lay their hands
on the great harvest of life.

Make your choices today (and everyday),
and cry out with the voice of peace and mercy.
And trust that greater by
than all our human triumphs and suffering,
greater than our nations
and the walls be build around them
is the Realm of one whose power and glory
is infinite, the steady, healing hand of One
whose very name is Love.

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

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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