Category Archives: gratitude

Suitcases and rose petals
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Suitcases and rose petals

My daughter and I found this while shopping ye...

Rose petals on the stair case.

Rose petals down the hall.

Rose petals leading to the sauna.

Rose petals on the garden wall.

The petals of the roses

Are now blowing in the wind;

As are  all the promises you gave me

 The night you took me in.

Why did I fall so deeply?

Why did I ever fall at all?

What was in

the  rose-covered suitcases

You had waiting in the hall?

English: The white rose

English: The white rose (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Nature does compute…and commune..

Sunlight, Trees

Sunlight, Trees (Photo credit: Creativity+ Timothy K Hamilton)

I allowed a `download`from nature

My being was refreshed 

by love`s gentle breeze.

 I was in sitting in silence

while   I  listened to the trees.

I have uploaded their wisdom 

Now sending their love to you.

Our appreciation of Mother Earth

can never be put it words

But I do know my heart sings

While listening to the birds.

UNIQUE PICTURE: Earth as seen from the outer S...

UNIQUE PICTURE: Earth as seen from the outer Solar System (Photo credit: Icarus Kuwait)

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Longer Window

Heavy black plume of smoke streams southeast f...

Heavy black plume of smoke streams southeast from Sendai, Japan (Photo credit: NASA Goddard Photo and Video)


http://www.space.com/11965-arizona-wildfires-nasa-photos-satellites.html
 


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We need a longer window

If we are going to build an ark.

We need a longer window

Before the whole world

Is in the dark.

We need a longer window

To show the world we care.

About

our children

our youth

our parents

our elders

our earth.

We give a #FRACK.

We want clean air

and the water back.

We want our people free.

We are truly

#idlenomore

We are joining hands

from sea to sea.

We take a stand

To give a dam

 Keeping  our spirits free.

The politicians are all in bed

with the big money boys.

But we,  the  #wee folk

Will stand up tall.

We are starting

to make some noise !

We are going to

give

love and light

To every child

and mother.

We are going to

sit and listen

To every giving

grieving brother.

We, the #wee people

are truly the

#social media.

We have a Voice;

We have a Choice;

To not  allow

#government

#big pharma

#monsanto

or

ANYONE

Take away

our rights

to be…

peaceful

safe

and free !

We again will walk

ON A FRACKLESS earth

(With clean air

and water pure.

Unity is the cure)

Where people will give a hand

Helping one another

As was the Creator’s plan.

We need a longer window

To help each other

with the view

Of what it is truly like

When we put

each other FIRST

And not become like 

Lambs in a stew!

We need a longer window. #granniegram # FRACKINGNEWS

Narada Falls with rainbow!

Waterfall with rainbow

Waterfall with rainbow

Waterfall with rainbow (Photo credit: bobtravis)

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Being an instrument of God… (quote from Paul Twitchell)


http://www.eckankar.org/Video/play.php?name=Miracles+in+Your+Life

The Shariyat-Ki-Sugmad, Book One

Being an instrument of God,

one asks not for peace,

but to give peace;

one asks not for happiness,

but seeks only to give happiness.

Page 22 Book 1 Shariyat-Ki-Sugmad ISBN 1-57043-048-9      Paul Twitchell


http://www.eckbooks.org/items/The_Shariyat_Ki_Sugmad_Book_One-63-0.html

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Through The Shariyat-Ki-Sugmad you will discover an answer to every human question ever yet, or to be, devised. Its pages tell what life really consists of and how to live it.Book One is the first section of these works, which was dictated by Fubbi Quantz, the great ECK Master.

(large paperback, 257 pages)

 

 

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Jessie Marie Olson shares her love…..((Unedited and published with permission))

English: Lane between oak trees For some way t...

“Faith is all there is

when the room is quiet,

there is no one around,

and the only sound is the sound

as your own tears hit the ground.” 

`Jessie Marie Olson

Of one thing I am certain, God.

God’s will for us is often the last thing we think of.

It is at times a painful truth, it leads us to grow and to recognize our own defects and turn them into assets, it is most easily seen in the mirror of those we encounter each day. I see in my fellows my past, my present, my future.

I see that water will seek its own level at every twist, turn, and fork in the river. I see shallow dips, rushing bends, and waterfalls. I see myself adjust to journey. I see that confidence is not an air of supremacy or a bend to inferiority, I see that confidence is the ability to adjust to the coming and going of the tides, that it is faith in oneself as a rock that  the tide will not carry it back out to sea with the going of the tide.

Faith is all there is when the room is quiet, there is no one around, and the only sound is the sound of your own tear hit the ground.

God’s will for us and the changes we must make does not necessarily mean we will change those around us, yet we will be sure to survive the change. The hardest part of God’s will is letting go of ourselves and those around us into the arms of God.

To become a bystander, a stranger to it all. “How did you let go of that beautiful flower so close to your roots?” a lady asked me. And so I told her, I wanted the flower to grow, to survive, and to be beautiful. And so I told her that if I picked it,  it might die. How strong I was, she said. How loving, she said. And then she walked around me and proceeded to pick the flower. And there is nothing one can do in a moment like that alas turn my face up to God….To disarm and surrender.

I see myself as an Oak. I have notches and bends in my trunk. I bend this way and that way and at my peak I stand straight and tall, I have survived the winds, the storms, the rains, the drought. I have the faith that storms will come and pass, and that my roots and foundation will hold me in place. I will have water when I am thirsty, and sunshine when I am cold. I will have everything I need, and I will survive watching other Oaks near me cut down, break under the wind, the young ones and some old. I will cry out for them “be strong, don’t give up!” and they will not hear me. No one hears the cry of a tree after all, except for one thing, and that is God.

Of one thing I am certain, God is with me.

Oak Tree - Bon Tempe lake

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The Uggly Uggly Bug (A Story about finding your own Beauty)

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An ode to my old Beloved – (which is owed)


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Oh, my Beloved,

Do you not see,

Your own 

Beauty

 Purpose:

To be happy,

joyous

 free?

“Being”:

open

to the adventure

willing

to explore

Consecrated

 waiting

Loving

giving

all ways

and always

learning

laughing

more. 

“It was not that he did not want her

to be Mrs. George.

It was that he did not want

to be Mr. MaryHelen.”

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The Laughter of children…..

Laughter

Laughter (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


http://quozio.com/quote/df92bb4d#!t=1006

Return To Innocence

Return To Innocence (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Harold Klemp Call of Soul A Gift of Laughter (pg 87-89)


http://www.eckbooks.org/items/The_Call_of_Soul-1065-0.html

The Call of Soul

A Gift of Laughter

A friend told me the story of “Helga” and “Sven,” a Swedish couple who traveled to New York City.  They were unsophisticated travelers, and when their friends learned where they were going, everyone warmed them about crime in New Your.  ”Don’t ride the subway; watch out for cab drivers, ” they said.

But the Swedish couple arrived safely, got to their hotel, and even went on a few guided tours.  They had a few days free, but they didn’t want leave their hotel room because of all the terrible things that could happen out there.

One day they were running short of refreshments, since room service too expensive for their budget, Helga decided  to take her life in her hands and go to the corner store.  As she got on the elevator, a huge man came in with a huge dog.  The man was the leader of a rock band;  he had a huge head of hair, well-worn jeans, and chains around his neck.

Helga was petrified; she stood in the corner of the elevator shaking as the doors closed.  All the warnings of her friends came back to her mind.  And here her worst fears has walked right into the elevator with her.

The dog was curious about Helga and moved over to her.  He began sniffing her dress, as dogs do.

“Down,” the rock musician commanded.

The dog got down on the floor.  And Helga got down right beside him, her hands over her head.

The rock musician began to laugh.  He laughed until tears streamed down his face.  He was still laughing  as the elevator doors opened and he walked across the boggy in to the street.

Poor Helga was so scared she got off the elevator on her hands and knees.  Finally gathering he courage, she stood up and went to the corner store.  When she got back to the hotel room, she was too embarrassed to tell Sven what happened.

For the next few days, every time the couple went down to the hotel dining room, the whole rock band was there.  As soon as Helga walked in, the entire group started to laugh.They laughed until tears ran down their faces and they finally had to leave the dining room.  Sven wondered what had happened.

Mercifully, the day came when they could check our and return home to Europe, back to sanity.  Helga and Sven went to the front desk to pay their large bill, but the clerk said, “Your bill’s paid for.  And here’s a letter for the lady.”

The letter was from the rock musician.

“”Thank you so much,” he had written.  ”I have never laughed so much in my whole life.  But I realize we embarrassed you, and to make up for this I am paying  for your hotel room.  We wish you a happy journey.  Thank you for the joy and laughter your brought to us.”

This was the journey of the Swedish couple to New York City, where they learned that fear sometimes can be overcome by love.  Because as the musician began to laugh, love came into his heart.  It also came to the Swedish couple when he was able to give the gift of love back to the women who had inadvertently opened his heart.