Category Archives: love
Nature does compute…and commune..
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.
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Longer Window

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
http://ammsa.com/content/idlenomore-campaign
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
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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
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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(large paperback, 257 pages)
Jessie Marie Olson shares her love…..((Unedited and published with permission))
“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.
The Uggly Uggly Bug (A Story about finding your own Beauty)
An ode to my old Beloved – (which is owed)
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
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…..
http://quozio.com/quote/df92bb4d#!t=1006
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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
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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.
The wind sighs its invocation
The wind sighs its invocation.
Soul is about to take flight.
The body is old, decaying, dying.
Spirit Is buoyant and light.
I am surrendered on Soul’s knees.
My heart’s ears are open.
Now is the leave-taking I have dreamed
The gentle Voice has spoken.
I am always with you.
Come, my child be set free.
Know you do not walk alone
You are always a part of Me.
The wind sighs its invocation.
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