Contemplations about men….while at the pickling pot

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While slicing and dicing today 

I thought of how a good man 

Is like a batch of pickles..

• Robust in flavor
• Hearty in attitude
• Spicy when necessary
• Adds a special touch to a meal
• Your week, your day…your friendship.
• A good batch of pickles (and a good man)
• Will last all winter and warm you with the spice
• Fill your cravings with just their aroma…
• Linger on your lips…
• Have you wanting more
• They both smell good when they are fresh
• Get better as they age….
• Deserve proper care and handling
• Are loved by your friends and family.

Soul music’s Voice

HU

a love song to God

At-one moment…

your voice sings

to me across the centuries:

Stirring the pine,

the oak

and cedar within me

renewing them with love.

The cadence and the rhythm

The registry and the words

Move within my being

As a melody

I have always heard.

I close my eyes

and drift further into the song.

The star of a wondrous  Light

Moves  Soul  along.

I am lifted up among the stars

Each cell within me sings…

I rejoice.

I find my Voice

The majesty of the Music

with all  the healing

that it brings:

All within and without

my universes become a multi-verse

A majestic chorus 

Caressing the rhythm of the night.

I vibrate and resonate

My whole being sings along

The Soul song

moves in waves of Love…

Back and forth to Source….

I am fully alive

Floating through galaxies

Becoming one

of the beauties shining bright. 

Your songs of love

have made this possible…

I feel it.

I become it.

I sing it.

Another sings along….

The orchestral love  bridge

 is building note by note….

Soul within the vastness

rejoicing not by rote.

I feel it.

I become it.

I sing it.

Cleansing Winds blow blessings….

As the trees surrender their leaves to the Cleansing Winds…

So I, now,  let go absolutely of my agendas, schedule and plans.

Allowing the cleansing winds of change

To allow me to serve my fellow travelers. 

My gratitude and blessings have me dancing in the Wind, 

Laughing at myself….remembering

If you want to see God smile….make plans. 

My Angel Barbara, computer tech made miracles happen by serving the Great technician…

Has me back on-line to look up more pickle recipes and canning times.

While waiting  for my computer I got re-upholstered, waxed and colored up for the long harvest season and visited with spirit filled ladies…Sandi and Linda who serve

In the heart of the hair dressing salon.

 I could hear the holy Sound of the Sunlight of the Spirit all day long…

in the voices of the women, the humming of the machines and the laughter of us all.

It matters not the Temple, tavern, or traveler’s condition

the cleansing wind blows blessings. 

Thank you for the love, caring and sharing

as we form a community of wind walkers on their Journey home to God…

dancing in rhythm of the cleansing Wind with its blessings. 

Going offline into the Inner Worlds….

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Dear hearts, I am going offline

and into the Inner Worlds…

I have some major house cleaning to do there.

In the past year, I have loved foolishly,

deeply, unwisely and now I need to clean up

the wreckage of the past

by following the path of  love which leads me home….

I treasure your friendship

and need to ensure that my pain

while house cleaning does not boil over on to you….

I know you understand

and trust we will walk together very soon…

by Canadian Thanksgiving at least….

that is just a couple of weeks….

so until then dear hearts and gentle people

allow me the time to get right with the God of my understanding

while I complete the cycle….of having loved foolishly, deeply, unwisely….

I came for the ride and staying for the rodeo.

Moon change pre seminar clearing and love

Year ending

Awakening

Acceptance

Alignment

Atonement

At-one-ment

Attitude

Adjustment

Attainment

Adoration

All prevent

Altercation

Reminder Letting GO Author Unknown

To let go

doesn’t mean to stop caring

It means I can’t do it for someone else.

To let go

is not to cut myself off…

It’s the realization

that I can’t control another…

To let go

is not to enable,
but to allow learning

from natural consequences.
To let go

is to admit powerlessness,
which means the outcome

is not in my hands.

To let go

is not to try to

change or blame another,
I can only change myself.
To let go

is not to care for, but to care about.

To let go

is not to fix, but to be supportive.

To let go

is not to judge,
but to allow another

to be a human being.
To let go

is not to be in the middle

arranging all the outcomes,
but to allow others

to affect their own outcomes.

To let go

is not to be protective.

It is to permit another to face reality.
To let go

is not to deny, but to accept.

To let go

is not to nag, scold, or argue,
but to search out

my own shortcomings and correct them.

To let go

is not to adjust

everything to my desires,
but to take each day as it comes

and cherish the moment.
To let go

is not to criticize and regulate anyone,
but to try to become

what I dream I can be.

To let go

is not to regret the past,
but to grow and live for the future.

To let go

is to fear less and love more. 
{Author Unknown}

Multifaceted forms of creativity

From the cowboy poet to the middle Asian dancers

The Burmese cooking or fried bread

I was in a kaleidoscope of beauty love and joy….

Singers, songwriters, pow wow dancers and songs of romances…it was all there.

The festival was called

Word on the Street

The festival took the word from head to heart

The word was love.

 

Preparing for the Travelers

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Earlier this year I was expecting some travelers….

life did what it does..

they are not coming my way now.

So I put on my dancing shoes…even though my heart was singing the blues….

I went out in my FREE HUGS  t-shirt to the food bank and gathered vegetables, hugs,  and courage…

Now at my stove

in the temple of my kitchen

I am again preparing for the travelers….

this time it is with unconditional love…

I do not know who the travelers will be

 nor how I can be of service….

but I am dicing, slicing, singing and preparing to welcome them to my home.

In this active contemplation I see many things I can do to be of service

The surrender pebble I drop into the Ocean of Love….will reach you one day   sometime.

In the interim, I am preparing for the travelers…

I am preparing for Home.

Community

Beloved of all here below

I have some gratitude to show

A day in the park in the clear fall air

Nature is sharing its own sweet affair.

Life is precious this we know

As our laughter now we share

The smell of autumn is in the air.

Thank you on Friday and everyday

How blessed I am that my attitudes of gratitude

Are resolving with love some recent platitudes.

But man oh man, am I truly blessed

that I am working most of the karma

off in the dream state.

My gratitude attack today

 was waking up and finding the Master

 has again guided me through the dark afternoon of Soul.

This love, gratitude and blessing of my life has far exceeded my goal.

Thank you Master.

The sun is shining both within and without.

That I am growing and learning

Of that I have no doubt.

Now I will shake off the pickling

To go out and serve with FREE HUGS.