You don’t need patience to do what you love. You need passion. – Michael Barata
Listen to Bon Jovi sing It’s My Life http://youtu.be/9SKFwtgUJHs
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poetry, quotes & thoughts about life
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seeking like a man with his hair on fire…(Joseph Campbell advice)
Listen to Mumford and Sons sing I Will Wait for You http://youtu.be/R5HO-X_fR7o
adventure calling
All we want is a path
just visible
in the new growth
of the forest floor.
We do not require
a thread of cairns
to mark the route.
Leave it to us
to find our way across
the swollen stream
to get our feet wet
if we must, to
blow past the bend
in the switchback
misread the map
become aware
too late that we
are lost, to move
this way and that
kneel in the dirt
to sit at last cross-
legged in the dusk
while the stars emerge
one by one each one
a blessing, to sleep
beneath those stars
and in the first light
find our way back
or forward it won’t
matter because we
will have found it
and can call it ours
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Call It Ours by Rick Kempa
Listen to Journey sing Don’t Stop Believin’ http://youtu.be/KCy7lLQwToI
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Note to Self:
Inspiration from
my son, Brandon (he’s made my mamma-heart very happy this morning)…LISTEN to Paul Baribeau sing Ten Things! http://youtu.be/9X_o_BAUJ-c
hearing
Now I understand that there are two melodies playing,
one below the other, one easier to hear, the other
lower, steady, perhaps more faithful for being less heard
yet always present.
When all other things seem lively and real,
this one fades. Yet the notes of it
touch as gently as fingertips, as the sound
of the names laid over each child at birth.
I want to stay in that music without striving or cover.
If the truth of our lives is what it is playing,
the telling is so soft
that this mortal time, this irrevocable change,
becomes beautiful. I stop and stop again
to hear the second music.
I hear the children in the yard, a train, then birds.
All this is in it and will be gone. I set my ear to it as I would to a heart.
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The Second Music by Annie Lighthart
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In every instant, two gates.
One opens to fragrant paradise, one to hell.
Mostly we go through neither.
Mostly we nod to our neighbor,
lean down to pick up the paper,
go back into the house.
But the faint cries—ecstasy? horror?
Or did you think it the sound
of distant bees,
making only the thick honey of this good life?
Listen to Norah Jones sing One Flight Down http://youtu.be/56RJ0AKtpv0
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love is the only future God offers – Victor Hugo
This is my commandment,
that you love one another as I have loved you.
—John 15.12
that is,
with tender attention
and stout resilience,
that is,
despite your blame and fear,
your betrayal yet to come,
your lack of repentance,
as I have loved you
when you were determined
not to deserve it,
that you love as I have,
withholding nothing,
excusing no one,
that you pour yourself out
for everyone,
as I have
pour yourself out
of your life
into eternal love
and as I have
rise
new,
perfected
in love.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
Listen to John Legend We Were Made to Love http://youtu.be/HLu819Q5USs
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live‼️
She stopped offering excuses, justifications, explanations.
She said yes or no with her whole being,
Letting her heart and gut guide her
Knowing neither were infallible
Claiming her right to change her choice
When new information- inner or outer- arose.
There were consequences.
There always are.
She let herself learn, flourish,
Blaze like the sun,
And rest in the sweet, cool darkness.
She offered what she could to her people,
She followed the blood red thread of her own life.
~Oriah
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Listen to Maroon 5 Maps http://youtu.be/NmugSMBh_iI 
Listen to Van the Man sing Crazy Love http://youtu.be/oeE7BOLB8Jc
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so much potential…(and I quote)
“One isn’t necessarily born with courage, but one is born with potential. Without courage, we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. We can’t be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest.” ~Maya Angelou
Listen to Eric Clapton sing Let it Grow http://youtu.be/V069wWEnCys
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bullfrogs and writing poems
There are no creatures you cannot love.
A frog calling at God
From the moon-filled ditch
As you stand on the country road in the June night.
The sound is enough to make the stars weep
With happiness.
In the morning the landscape green
Is lifted off the ground by the scent of grass.
The day is carried across its hours
Without any effort by the shining insects
That are living their secret lives.
The space between the prairie horizons
Makes us ache with its beauty.
Cottonwood leaves click in an ancient tongue
To the farthest cold dark in the universe.
The cottonwood also talks to you
Of breeze and speckled sunlight.
You are at home in these
great empty places
along with red-wing blackbirds and sloughs.
You are comfortable in this spot
so full of grace and being
that it sparkles like jewels
spilled on water.
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From a Country Overlooked by Tom Hennen
Some days the words flow
all day
pouring
smooth and beautiful
words dancing
in streams
like fish in a pond
jumping in the sun
while bullfrogs
talk –
their amazing
deep bass voices
croaking conversations
vibrating through the air
and grasshoppers
scrape their legs
like bows on violin strings
in that cool raspy sound
free form jazz
only they can make.
these are sounds
that define summer
for all of us
southern girls and boys
who grew up in the country
where our entertainment
was driving through town
waving to each other
playing country music
or Lynyrd Skynyrd
loud
on truck radios
while coke-a-cola
and kick-a-boo joy juice
keeps us cool
as we hold hands
and sneak kisses
yes, some days
words flow like a
hot summer night
in the south
and some days
all the words fly north
and I am bare naked bones
searching
bereft
trying to light
wild fires in wet fields
trees with bare branches
scrape the grey sky
nothing is beautiful
no birds sing
the flow
is frozen
in time
I sit
like a Bronte novel heroine
in my moldy wedding dress
alone
in silence
waiting
for my lover
to return to me
AL 🐸
Listen to Ella & Louis sing Summetime http://youtu.be/lnXLVTi_m_M
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