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what makes the world go round?

 big sky

crazy love

open ended 

possibility

sand witch-ing it’s way

through toes

meat between bread 

celebrating the Earl of long ago

drifting wood

holding the soundtracks 

of love arriving new born

green

yet stronger than distance

touching us 

accepting 

giving

receiving 

healing

bringing

restoring

birds fly free in the baby blue

fireworks boom

life spins into proper position

we carry on

brighter than the sun

AL 

๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

Listen to Dean Martin sing That’s Amore http://youtu.be/OnFlx2Lnr9Q 
  

  

ย Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of natureโ€“the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter. ย  ย  โ€“ Rachel Carson

 

Photo by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT

๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŒŠ

Beauty can be hidden between folds, in cracks in hard hearts. Beauty exists in softening, in ground fertile, expectant, wanting to be watered. Beauty is possibility, the expectation of pushing through the rough patches until there is ever greater softening. Hardnessโ€”a hard heartโ€” is the opposite of beauty.

 

There is no becoming more beautiful. 

     – Loop

 

photo source found at www.pinterest.com/al513 
๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–

Listen to Travis Tritt sing Can I Trust You With My Heart http://youtu.be/aQQlQIjVMoI

practice

    listen to Kate Earl sing Nobody http://youtu.be/imIxwxpd04E

๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ’‘

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do it again….do it again

  Our Lord has written resurrection not in books aloneโ€”but in every leaf in springtime.   – Martin Luther

  โ€œBecause children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, โ€œDo it againโ€; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead.

For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. 

But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. 

It is possible that God says every morning, โ€œDo it againโ€ to the sun; and every evening, โ€œDo it againโ€ to the moon. 

It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them.

It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.โ€

G K Chesterton

 

 Hope and renewal and rebirth are at the heart of things. 

The world in winter looks so much as if itโ€™s dyingโ€”and yet, and yet โ€ฆ

The frozen streams heard him sighโ€ฆ

โ€œWeโ€™ll run again!โ€ they seemed to cry.

The tall dead grasses all were rustlingโ€ฆ

โ€œBut weโ€™re not dead, weโ€™re only sleeping!โ€

The lost flowers were singing on and onโ€ฆ

โ€œBut weโ€™re only hidden, weโ€™re not gone!โ€

That tiny green shoot preached to me that morning. About hope. About joy. 

And about vulnerabilityโ€”which isnโ€™t weakness, but true strength.

Everywhere we look, God is speaking to us. His creation is singing to us. The Heavens are shouting it out. Itโ€™s not what it looks like! There is hope beyond the walls of the world!

That Joy is at the heart of things.

That a Light shines beneath it all. 

That Love runs the universe.

The more childlike we become โ€”  the more like God we are.

And really, it shouldnโ€™t surprise us that God is โ€œyoungerโ€ than we are.

After all, it wasnโ€™t a general, or a warrior, or a politician God sent to rescue His broken world โ€”

It was a baby.

๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿป

   – Sally Lloyd-Jones on A Holy Experience 

http://www.aholyexperience.com/2015/05/when-youre-desperate-for-some-hope-in-the-midst-of-a-monotonous-life/

  

 

Photos by Fisherman Dan @ Branford CT

Listen to Keb’ Mo sing Closer http://youtu.be/Fdv-KafABk4 


promise keeper

 to make a promise…

Make a place of prayer, no fuss,
just lean into the white brilliance 
and say what you needed to say
all along, nothing too much, words
as simple and as yours and as heard
as the bird song above your head
or the river running gently beside you,
let your words join to the world 
the way stone nestles on stone
the way the water simply leaves 
and goes to the sea,
the way your promise 
breathes and belongs 
with every other promise 
the world has ever made. 

Now, leave them to go on, 
let your words alone 
to carry their own life,
without you, let the promise 
go with the river. 
Have faith. Walk away.



TO MAKE A PROMISE by David Whyte

 

So easy to miss the moment.
Just this.
This inhale. . . . this exhale. . . .
This dawn of dark clouds streaked with light.
This smile, this ache, this laughter, these tears. . . 
As we slip into the water of this week unfolding before us.
             ~ Oriah

  

Listen to Gavin McGraw sing Follow Through http://youtu.be/dr2o8Ir30Zc

๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿฟ

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declaration ย 

 
THIS IS ENOUGH! 

Listen to John Legend sing All of Me http://youtu.be/Mk7-GRWq7wA 

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I am a poet

  It has taken a while to embrace the poet.

The desire having been born much later in life,
to write poetry,
to bring to life, with words,
what I see, feel, moments of sanguinity.

I have never doubted the words I have written
because they were written in truth, my truth.
But I did doubt the title.
Poet.
What? These lines? Poetry?

There was too much significance behind the title.
A poet.
Wordsworth, Shelley, Dickinson, Frost, Walt Whitman…
Oh my. The idea left me breathless.
What was I playing at?

But then, the answer was blindingly simple.
Take away the significance.

Aren’t poems moments of grace, of revelation?

Humming to a birdsong,
delighting at the sight of valleys and mountains,
closing our eyes in ecstasy at the sweetness of a fruit
or the texture of bark under our fingertips…
Aren’t these the poetic murmurings of one’s heart?

While some of us choose to put it all on paper,
others choose to carry it all within their hearts.
Well then, underneath the cloak of conventionality,
aren’t we all poetic?
Aren’t we all poets?

๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค

I am a poet by Rama Desai

https://ramaink.wordpress.com/author/ramaink/
๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ค

 

   

  Listen to Lake Street Dive sing We Love All the Same Songs http://youtu.be/9sNbyjfgccc
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we are allย 

 We are challenged to love the unloveable
Do good to those who hate us
there is only one way to get this done –
To see myself as I am. 
It is what it is. 
I am the other. 
I am the unlovable. 
Only I know how much this is true,
full of lies and ego. 
I want to fight my way to the top,
crush those beneath. 
I want to do things my way. 
The earth to revolve around my desires. 
Under my self-pleasing ways,
I am afraid, 
because I know the truth. 
Yes, I am the unlovable
yet I am loved
I have experienced this love
and it has changed me,
at least parts of me,

I should say, 
It is changing me…
daily
I have been overwhelmed by grace,
drowned in the goodness of love,
resurrected in loves fire. 
It has allowed me to see my imperfections,
accept them,
even laugh at them 
and challenged me to
admit the truth,
to change,
to open,
to die,
to become vulnerable,
to love myself and
to love others,
who are the unlovable as well

Only love can mend a heart
only love can break it in two –
or into a million pieces,
then turn it to gold
in order to allow this love to flow through the broken and scarred,
to heal the world,

wounded healers all,
by sharing this same great love
this loves which loves us all
Yes, we are all the unlovable
yet we are loved,
just as we are. 
๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ˜‡
ACL 8/28/13
 
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What haunts us are not the dead, but the gaps left within us by the secrets of others.ย ย  ย – Maria Torok & Nicholas Abrahamย 

 

sometimes. 
I don’t know what to say. 
sometimes. 
The very words catch behind
safe guards of emotion. 
sometimes. 
Speech refuses to commence. 
sometimes. 
Words pool behind the locked door. Waiting. 
sometimes. 
I lay and pray the words you don’t want to hear will dissolve inside me. 
sometimes.  
Silence fills the outside air. 
sometimes. 
Inside air is thick and muggy,
like the rain forest 
or Savannah in August. 
sometimes. 
I go to sleep with heavy lungs,
weight of the unspoken hanging like the world between us. 
sometimes. 

ACL 6/19/13

      

Listen to Sara Bareilles sing Brave http://youtu.be/QUQsqBqxoR4 

๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿต

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settling in to happiness

  What happens when your soul

Begins to awaken
Your eyes
And your heart
And the cells of your body
To the great Journey of Love?  

First there is wonderful laughter
And probably precious tears

And a hundred sweet promises
And those heroic vows
No one can ever keep. 

But still God is delighted and amused
You once tried to be a saint. 

What happens when your soul
Begins to awake in this world

To our deep need to love
And serve the Friend?

O the Beloved
Will send you
One of His wonderful, wild companionsโ€”

Like Hafiz.
๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ’‘
What Happens by Hafiz
 
 Today I want to greet joy

Without a trace of protection 
I want to open my eyes to the light
Without a blink of dread
I want to look at my past
Without a whisper of shame
I want to look at my future 
Without a hint of fear 
Today I want to dance
Without pausing to think
I want to belly laugh
Without caring who hears
I want to open my arms
and twirl in the sun
Until I fall breathless
free to be myself
full of the joy
that I open to allow
completely letting go
Without even a smudge of suspicion 
or an instant of hesitation

ACL 3/4/13

 
Listen to Stevie Wonder sing For Once In My Life http://youtu.be/3oZClso_yUQ
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