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New beginnings. Springtime joy. Spaces opening. Baggage shedding. Words healing.
The future’s so bright…
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Archive for the category “Vulnerability”
beautiful mess
We canโt find our path without getting messy. Messy comes with the territory. We came in messy. We learn messy. We love messy. We grow messy. We leave messy. I never found my way to clarity without first befriending confusion, in all its chaotic forms. I never found a path that felt like home before falling into quick-sand. I never established a new way of being without trying the wrong way of being on for size. I never found the light without stumbling around in the dark. I never tasted God before getting a little dirt in my mouth. Not that all messiness is good messiness, but some of it is. In the heart of the chaos, is the clay that shapes us home. Chaotic Magnificence!
– Jeff Brown
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– Ralph Waldo Emerson
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My heart is green
with the fuzz of springtime growth
borning life again
from the rich, bloody soil
it throbs anew
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My mind is blue
as the sky in sunshine
then
like the night full of stars and glittering tears
it diamond sparkles
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My life is orange
as flames in a forest
fire
breathing the wind
it grows wild
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My love is red
there is no hiding it
passion
real as anything
it woos pilgrims
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My touch is gold
hands, lips on wounds
aching
for velvet skin, shared breath
it heals all
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My soul is pearl
creamy and warm
welcome
to all who come
it opens hearts
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My word is platinum
I seek only truth
wisdom
life with integrity
it unlocks doors
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My work is emerald
deep as the world
brilliant
full of riches
it creates wealth
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My legacy is silver
of the finest made
pure
nothing for me
it’s all about You
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ACL 3/28/15
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True Colors by Eva Cassidy
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The creative process is a process of surrender, not control. – Julia Cameron
So full of life and beauty today I had to pull over and take a few pictures to remember this gorgeous day!!! Very full heart! So grateful! xo
When wilt thou come unto me, Lord? Oh come, my Lord most dear! Come near, come nearer, nearer still, I’m blest when thou art near. ย ย – C. H. Spurgeon
There is a huge difference between learning about truth and experiencing truth. Touch the source. Your mind can take in endless pearls of wisdom and your mouth can repeat them, but until you have essential experience โ you only have noise. Talk and even listening are nothing without understanding. We only truly understand what we experience. When people have understanding they tend to be more quiet and seek quietness. Consider the possibility that many of the things you hear and say are utter nonsense and meaningless repetitions of noise. Cut it all out. Quit getting your information second hand. Take any concept, lesson, story, book, quote or conversation and look for a way to touch its source of origin โ which is always an experience.
โWe are uncomfortable with intimacy and connection, which are among the greatest of our unmet needs today. To be truly seen and heard, to be truly known, is a deep human need. Our hunger for it is so omnipresent, so much a part of our life experience, that we no more know what it is missing than a fish knows it is wet. We need more intimacy than nearly anyone considers normal. Always hungry for it, we seek solace and sustenance in the closest available substitutes: television, shopping, pornography, conspicuous consumption โ anything to ease the hurt, to feel connected, or to project an image by which we might be seen or known, or at least see and know ourselves.โ – Charles Eisenstein
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love letters
As I gaze into the world, I realise
that nothing falters in its
ability to reflect what
I’ve come here to see.
My challenge remains
to admit
to what it is
that I’ve seen.
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The Reflection by Nic Askew
It is time to write.
To blog.
To truthtell.
To confess, expose, revealโฆ
be real and raw and silly-serious moment by moment me.
Here. Now. -vs-. Someday. When.
Someday when I know what Iโm doing?
Have it figured out?
Plotted, schemed, planned, blueprinted, outlined?
READY.
Ptttthhhhh! You know THAT day, right?
I am a beautiful messy mess heap of chaos and presence
Wanna know something?
My insides are scribbling.
I am scared. Scared of being scared. Scared of being scared of being scared.
Yesterday I shared with friends that I do not comprehend why I get
So. damn. frozen. stuck. stymied. in my lack of tracks
when.ever. I. contemplate coming here (yes, here, to a wordpress screen, fingers on keys) and writing any.thing.at. all.
(as clearly evidenced by the chronic non-posts pervading this site, right?)
And I think I must find out what is โwrongโ and-or โwhy oh whyโ in order to overcome and be the golden-hued, prolific, profound, insightful, inspirational blogging goddess that we all know is in here somewhere.
(Ohhhhhhhhโฆ. could that be why?!)
They told me to just write. Write me. For me.
Not for you. Or them. Or any grand scheme purpose.
Simply to write. Express. Allow words to come. Flow. Have their inexplicable way with me.
So here I am.
Shaking. Criticizing. Condemning. Regretting. ALLOWING. Receiving. Sharing. (Insert loud screechy horror movie scream here)
Writing words from voices whispering, hollering, quivering and shimmering
Fastwriting over, under, beside and through the scribbley scary insides
Less pretend pretense.
More real raw-been Robin.
I am a writer, after all.
I am also a Leader of Laughter and Guider of Dreams and Creativity Coach. And that scribble and scrape-slops my insides, too.
I just want to hide. Run away. Hibernate. Meditate. Extrapolate.
You have no idea (wait, but maybe you do?) just how much energy I spend resisting
what Iโm meant to do.
Fighting, warring, tugging, slugging, ugamugging.
It is ongoing, this internal bickering with all the voices
vying to be heeded and heard,
whining, cajoling, singing, snorting
All these damn voices, yearning.
I am hushing you (shhhhhh now, itโs ok)
setting you free
be unleashed upon a page, a stage,
keep me real, release release
have your way with me.
It is time to write.
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– Robin OK @ http://laughndream.com/2015/03/truthscribbles/
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memories
Though deep indifference should drowse
The sluggish life beneath my brows,
And all the external things I see
Grow snow-showers in the street to me,
Yet inmost in my stormy sense
Thy looks shall be an influence.
Though other loves may come and go
And long years sever us below,
Shall the thin ice that grows above
Freeze the deep centre-well of love?
No, still below light amours, thou
Shalt rule me as thou rul’st me now.
Year following year shall only set
Fresh gems upon thy coronet;
And time, grown lover, shall delight
To beautify thee in my sight;
And thou shalt ever rule in me
Crowned with the light of memory.
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Though Deep Indifference Should Browse by Robert Louis Stephenson
Not Over You by Gavin McGraw
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passion
Go out on a limb when you pray for others. Take a risk. Be outrageous. Be passionate. Take a leap. Love a lot, not just a little. โRick Hamlin
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๏ปฟIโm not making this up. In Cafe Latteโs wine bar
one of the lovely coeds at the next table
touched John on the arm as if I wasnโt there
and said, Excuse me, sir, but what
is that naughty little dessert?
And I knew from the way he glanced
at the frothy neckline of her blouse,
then immediately cast his eyes on his plate
before giving a fatherly answer,
he would have given up dessert three months
for the chance to feed this one to her.
I was stunned; John was hopeful;
but the girl was hitting on his cake.
Though she told her friend until they left
she did not want any. I wish she wanted
something-my husband, his cake, both at once.
I wish she left insisting
upon the beauty of his hands, his curls,
the sublimeness of strawberries
and angel food. But she was precocious,
and I fear adulthood is the discipline
of being above desire, cultivated
after years of learning what you want
and where and how, after insisting
that you will one day have it. I donโt
ever want to stop noticing a man like the one
at the bar in his loosened tie, reading
the Star Tribune. I donโt want to eat my cake
with a baby spoon to force small bites,
as womenโs magazines suggest. And you
donโt want to either, do you? You want a big piece
of this world. You would love to have the whole thing.
Consuming Desire by Katrina Vandenberg
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๏ปฟLive authentically. Why would you continue to compromise something that’s beautiful to create something that is fake? – Steve Maraboli
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revealing softness
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๏ปฟThe Wind and The Sun
an Aesop Fable
The wind and the sun argued one day over which one was the stronger. Spotting a man man traveling on the road, they sported a challenge to see which one could remove the coat from the man’s back the quickest.
The wind began. He blew strong gusts of air, so strong that the man could barely walk against them. But the man clutched his coat tight against him. The wind blew harder and longer, and the harder the wind blew, the tighter the man held his coat against him. The wind blew until he was exhausted, but he could not remove the coat from the man’s back.
It was now the sun’s turn. He gently sent his beams upon the traveler. The sun did very little, but quietly shone upon his head and back until the man became so warm that he took off his coat and headed for the nearest shade tree.
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Gentle persuasion is stronger than force.
Stay soft – for God’s strength is always revealed through our weaknesses and scars.
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