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hammock time 

  

 The breeze – 
Takes the pages of my thoughts
Ruffles the edges
Carries them through the air
Without a worry
Without a care
Scattering my secrets
Sowing my life
  http://dorindaduclos.com/2015/04/23/the-breeze/

Night Owl Poetry ©2015 Dorinda Duclos Used with permission 

    
 

 
Thoughts float in and out 
Abstract

In the silence

Whatever is there can come…and go
You come…You go
I am still as the breeze sways the hammock
The blue sky
the trees the sounds of summer
You come…You go
I flow with the river

No hurry 

No worry

Allowing God to lead

Allowing the universe to help me
You come…You go
Allowing all things to be how they should be

Allowing life to be as it is

Allowing everything to be grace

Allowing my lips to sing gratitude
Music floats around me Slipping in and out
You come…You go
Allowing strength to rebuild 

Allowing the empty to be filled

So it comes
So it goes
I lay down and sleep in peace

for all good things 

done, gone and to come
You have come…You have gone
I am 
still

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AL

 

listen to Simon & Garfunkel sing Bridge Over Troubled Waters http://youtu.be/jjNgn4r6SOA

photo sources at www.pinterest.com 

I’ll meet you there…

 

 A lone bird slips through the air.

You do not have to explain yourself.
The beating of your heart

is one with the vast, wordless song of the stars,

the great hum of the world. 
Rivers murmur praise,

deserts and oceans chant their meditations,

cities recite their industrious psalms;

and in your cell, unheard, unknown,

the mystery of heaven unfurls

in your silence. 
No one knows your place,

no one.

No one knows your precious belonging.

We can only believe, 

or err.
The marigold by the roadside

never knows. 

But it is true.
Your only work is to come to trust.
__________________ 

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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 It’s not just that when one door closes, another door opens. 

When one door closes, Amy, choirs burst into chorus, orchestras orchestrate, bugles bugle, marching bands march, dogs catch Frisbees, cats “chow, chow, chow,” pigs fly, and 10,000 new doors open. 

Kind of makes you want a door to close, huh? 

Whoohoooo! 

    The Universe

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I will be taking a break from this blog🔹not sure how long🔹maybe forever🔹lots of beauty in the past 1,000+ posts if you are interested 🔹wishing love, life, music & much happiness to all who come here🔹as well as all who don’t🔹

AL💞

 8🔹18🔹15 AD

with a little love 

   
  

Listen to Eric Clapton sing Let it Grow http://youtu.be/KXDf9UwHGF4

Photos: top by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT; bottom two found at www.pinterest.com 

  

tired… but trying…

   
photos found on facebook

 

God’s honest truth

   
  

HONESTY
is reached through the doorway of grief and loss. Where we cannot go in our mind, our memory, or our body is where we cannot be straight with another, with the world, or with our self. The fear of loss, in one form or another, is the motivator behind all conscious and unconscious dishonesties: all of us are afraid of loss, in all its forms, all of us, at times, are haunted or overwhelmed by the possibility of a disappearance, and all of us therefore, are one short step away from dishonesty. Every human being dwells intimately close to a door of revelation they are afraid to pass through. Honesty lies in understanding our close and necessary relationship with not wanting to hear the truth.

The ability to speak the truth is as much the ability to describe what it is like to stand in trepidation at this door, as it is to actually go through it and become that beautifully honest spiritual warrior, equal to all circumstances, we would like to become. Honesty is not the revealing of some foundational truth that gives us power over life or another or even the self, but a robust incarnation into the unknown unfolding vulnerability of existence, where we acknowledge how powerless we feel, how little we actually know, how afraid we are of not knowing and how astonished we are by the generous measure of loss that is conferred upon even the most average life.
Honesty is grounded in humility and indeed in humiliation, and in admitting exactly where we are powerless. Honesty is not found in revealing the truth, but in understanding how deeply afraid of it we are. To become honest is in effect to become fully and robustly incarnated into powerlessness. Honesty allows us to live with not knowing. We do not know the full story, we do not know where we are in the story; we do not know who is at fault or who will carry the blame in the end. Honesty is not a weapon to keep loss and heartbreak at bay, honesty is the outer diagnostic of our ability to come to ground in reality, the hardest attainable ground of all, the place where we actually dwell, the living, breathing frontier where there is no realistic choice between gain or loss. 
    – David Whyte

   

photo sources: top 2 photos by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT

other photos @ http://www.pinterest.com

All find what they truly seek.            – C.S. Lewis

 

   

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

 

Ask and it will be given
Seek and you will find

Knock and it will open

Guaranteed

Motivations are key to this

It’s not about surface talk,

sometimes, it’s not even 

what you THINK you’re seeking

but under all 

within all

is what you truly seek

and that is what you will find. 

Really it is what will find you. 

Be careful of your choices –

because you will always find 

what you seek 

is seeking you
AL

guess what song…http://youtu.be/Mk7-GRWq7wA

photos found at www.pinterest.com/al513

 the possibilities are endless   

  
Turn a fool into gold

Turn a broken heart into a warrior of love

Turn a weak voice into an instrument of peace

Turn my messy life into a picture of grace

Turn my eyes to see only beauty

Turn my mourning into laughing

and my weary heart to be a trusting home

Turn my sorrow into pure joy

keep my feet from stumbling on the path

That is my prayer, oh Lord,

Turn my fear into courage

And turn my self will into a puddle of loving goodness to pour out on the ones I love

Let me walk hand in hand, 

and sleep in peace each night,

in fields of gold with the one who loves me like no other could ever love me

Thank you. Thank you,

always and forever

So be it

xo

💞

AL

Listen to Jason Isbell sing Cover Me Up http://youtu.be/WdwnGG29Upw

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photo found on facebook/rumi

  

say yes to things

 

 A day so happy. 
Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden. 

Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.

There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess. 

I knew no one worth my envying him. 

Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.

To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me.

In my body I felt no pain.

When straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.

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Gift by Czeslaw Milosz

  
Gratitude always proceeds the miracle. – Ann Voskamp

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Talk about breakthrough…

that says it all. 

Thank you

Thank you

Thank you

Ahhhh

Yes,

There it is –

Love always wins! ❤️

AL

 

Listen to Sarah McLaughlin sing Ordinary Miracle http://youtu.be/OD2kz_U5NQM 
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photo sources found at www.pinterest.com

beauty in all she is

It’s true, what all our heroes say. There is a way

in this world for beauty,

for good. It may

be a crooked path

in a tanglewood, but

stay the course and,

when the way grows rocky,

walk your horse,
and who knows, you may yet

come upon the wild rose,

as I have done, and,

paying close attention,

keep from crushing her into

the grime, and then,

with any luck, in time

remember how you found her

and how to find her again

when the way gets wilder.

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To a Wild Rose by Todd Boss

  
In the Celtic tradition, there is a beautiful understanding of love and friendship. One of the fascinating ideas here is the idea of soul-love; the old Gaelic term for this is anam ċara. Anam is the Gaelic word for soul and ċara is the word for friend. … In the early Celtic church, a person who acted as a teacher, companion, or spiritual guide was called an anam Ċara. It originally referred to someone to whom you confessed revealing the hidden intimacies of your life. With the anam ċara you could share your innermost self, your mind, and your heart. This friendship was an act of recognition and belonging. … In everyone’s life there is great need for an anam ċara, a soul friend, in this love you are understood as you are without mask or pretension. Where you are understood, you are at home.

     – John O’Donohue

  
Listen to Christina Perri sing A Thousand Years http://youtu.be/q9ayN39xmsI

Photo sources at www.pinterest.com/al513

covers off

 
You cant wake someone 

pretending to be asleep

You cant talk to someone

pretending to listen

You can’t touch someone

pretending to be interested 

You can’t connect with someone 

pretending to be your friend 

You can’t teach someone anything 

pretending to know everything 

You can’t satisfy someone 

pretending to be perfect

You can’t give enough to someone 

pretending to be grateful 

You can’t change the world 

pretending to be kind

You can’t heal your heart 

pretending it’s not hurting 

You can’t solve a problem 

pretending you haven’t got one

You cant be loved by someone 

pretending to be ready for love

You can’t find the truth 

pretending it’s a lie

It is what it is

Pretending never really works…

but don’t even bother telling that to the pretenders

AL

   
Listen to The Platters sing Smoke Gets in Your Eyes http://youtu.be/BeC9Z1YQjXs

photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513 

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