Prose

Morning self

I do feel beautiful, in my face, to me the depth of my eyes are ageless and I
breathe in the love of giving, of being, being ever so present and available to
myself, to those around me......

I feel love, I feel love in grateful that everything is gonna be ok and as I go
about the city and offer my help and ear to those less fortunate than me, I stay
somewhere in knowing it could be worse, my worse case senerio is someone else
best case dream...

And I watchmyself also in the mirror move to tears and I grieve. A loss I can
not know yet...cause all I know is now !

Prose

The sun rises between the building and right now everything is ok

I release the story to live this day, to do and be what I must for its greatest
good...

This day is hugh, and I didn't sleep well ,  late night talk...but I will do my
best,,,,I always try  to do my best even when faced with great adversity , which
I can not understand, when I speak only of love

Could it be as jesus' suffering as he cries on the mountain tops, don't u
understand my words ?
Then if not my words, how about my works ? Do u crusify me for what I do,
And what is that and where is its wrong, were is its guilty ?

And in this I find the emotion I must settle into compassion for myself and the
world, to continue to be and shine and locve , thru it all, the lawyers, the
deception, the  and not anger for m ....and somehow in this, the spirit moves me
to deepen, to open, to expand and in this moment, I feel great lov !

My truth

I do feel beautiful, in my face, to me, the depth of my eyes are ageless and I 
breathe in the love of giving, of being, being ever so present and available to 
myself, to those around me......

I feel love, 

I feel love in grateful 

that everything is gonna be ok and as I go 
about the city and offer my help and ear to those less fortunate than me, 

I stay 
somewhere in knowing it could be worse,

 my worse case senerio is someone else 
best case dream...

And I watch myself also in the mirror move to tears and I grieve. A loss I can 
not know yet...cause all I know 

is now !

kmg 2014

Prayer

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” 
Matthew 5:3
 
Prayer
  this line comes up for me so often lately.... “blessed” means “happiness”, and 
for us to be truly happy we must first see that without You in our lives we are 
empty.” , show us our true condition, fill us with Your Holy Spirit and bring us 
into a personal relationship with You. Open our eyes so that we see that this is 
the only way
to get to the Kingdom of Heaven. 
For those who have ears to hear, listen.......

Be moved
Open to love
Be loved !

prayer

Morning, I quiet to the silence of the penthouse, woke late, holding my cross, 
in prayer,

What can u take off or put on that isn't already in me, I breathe in the meaning 
of christ, and god feeds my soul............

Everything else is story ,
I smile I am

Reality

I live with someone who is not mentally well, and I do the things I do, they are 
right and just and I love, I love so deeply and so much and I keep filling up my 
love with kids, hospital, giving. Receiving, community, world....

And I am struggling  with the guilt of continuing  to do what I do and just 
leaving behind this good man who isn't well, because I can't handle it anymore and

because he is just so darn mean to me, not all the time,there are ups and downs, but

they are as random as the wind and labels me  the reason he might be feeling good or bas, based upon  my facial expressions or what he

:thinks: i am feeling and thinking....that can set him off...

Prayer

The sun shines today
And within me I am stirred
By love, by goodness, by life
Oh holy spirit of god
Who dances with the angels
Dance in my heart
Thru the love of christ 
Let me be in you and you in me and in us let there be a sliver of heaven as I 
an pointed to you,
a sinner, knowing nothing, 
Know it for me
Lead me the way
Speak when my mouth opens
For all the glory is yours
Dust can not praise you
And I need nothing but you
Who lift my heart up
And shines..............

-k

Rumi

People are distracted by objects of desire,

and afterwards repent of the lust they've indulged,

because they have indulged with a phantom

and are left even farther from Reality than before.

Your desire for the illusory is a wing,

by means of which a seeker might ascend to Reality.

When you have indulged a lust, your wings drop off;

you become lame and that fantasy flees.

Preserve the wing and don't indulge such lust,

so that the wing of desire may bear you to Paradise.


Rumi 

Prayer

And I sing 
And my voice rings.......

Oh, thus joy, this pulling
Stirring, spirit moving toward
Where it came
He all of me
For what am I in thought. ?

"You know what is in man" 

Oh lord come to my assistance so I can be greater than what I can not know, I 
empty to be filled woth a higher good.

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for they shall see god, let me be so poor in 
spirit that u lead me in the paths of rightesousness....
And lov..

-k

Pema Choden

Wandering in the world of desire involves looking for alternatives,
seeking something to comfort us—food, drink, people. The word desire
encompasses that addiction quality, the way we grab for something
because we want to find a way to make things okay. That quality comes
from never having grown up. We still want to go home and be able to
open the refrigerator and find it full of our favorite goodies; when
the going gets tough, we want to yell “Mom!” But what we’re doing as
we progress along the path is leaving home and becoming homeless. Not
wandering in the world of desire is about relating directly with how
things are. Loneliness is not a problem. Loneliness is nothing to be
solved. The same is true for any other experience we might have.

Post

When do we have the most faith
Is there a the most
Or is there just a grounding
A knowing that god is there

When its from my heart
When its the greatest good
When its smiling at a stranger
When its lifting another up
When its love and pure and
When I'm persecuted for what a spirit in me speaks for. What is right and just 
and has feeling and isn't righteous.

Sometimes I fail myself and I'm thinking for the life and not the love of god 
which will hold me always, when the things and ways I know change.¤

I know you are the way
Open my heart
Keep me in the path of ur light
Show me the way

Amen

Prose

I wonder is it also authentic if you are in complete awareness of what you are 
doing ?

Is this moment real and breathed  in from the spirit as you deeper ur heart and 
know this moment is as real to as the last one....

It is just to not cling and grab at the better ones and let thy will be 
done.......

Oh lord
my day has its beginning and end because of you, it knows only if I am filled 
with you, in you, guide me, light me, show me the way......

-k

On Work

I REALLY love the hospital work, I come alive in it, I cry into it, I lean into 
it, its the place I can connect at the deepest levels and that fills me so, I 
can process my self transferances and counter transferences and hold more,  I 
can do it in 'any' hospital in the world, and its not about the  credentials  
and its not about money, its about being in service and its about being alive or 
in that feeling , feeling  closest with christ alive in me, the giving and 
receiving, the being present, the presence...

The question is not will I choose between my hospital work 8-1 three days a week 
while my kids are in school, truly the question is can someone lov who I am 
today which this includes  ?

Prose

Morning, I quiet to the silence of the penthouse, woke late, holding my cross, 
in prayer,

What can u take off or put on that isn't already in me, I breathe in the meaning 
of christ, and god feeds my soul............

Everything else is story ,
I smile I am

Rumi

And the start of poems which is the gift 'thru" rumi today

One night a man was crying,
                     Allah! Allah!
His lips grew sweet with the praising,

until a cynic said,
                "So! I have heard you
calling out, but have you ever
gotten any response?


The man had no answer to that.
He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.

He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls,
in a thick, green foliage.

       "Why did you stop praising?"
"Because I've never heard anything back."

                        "This longing
you express is the return message."

*The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.

*Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.

-k

Prayer

I wonder is it also authentic if you are in complete awareness of what you are 
doing ?

Is this moment real and breathed  in from the spirit as you deeper ur heart and 
know this moment is as real to as the last one....

It is just to not cling and grab at the better ones and let thy will be 
done.......

Oh lord
my day has its beginning and end because of you, it knows only if I am filled 
with you, in you, guide me, light me, show me the way......

Prayer

When do we have the most faith
Is there a the most
Or is there just a grounding
A knowing that god is there

When its from my heart
When its the greatest good
When its smiling at a stranger
When its lifting another up
When its love and pure and
When I'm persecuted for what a spirit in me speaks for. What is right and just 
and has feeling and isn't rightesous.

Sometimes I fail myself and I'm thinking for the life and not the love of god 
which will hold me always, when the things and ways I know change.¤

I know you are the way
Open my heart
Keep me in the path of ur light
Show me the way

Amen

My work -kmg

- And whosoever shall speak a word against the Son of man, it shall be forgiven him. But whoever shall speak a word against the Holy Spirit, this will not be forgiven.

And so my theology takes me into a place where here I am, praying in the room with someone who allows for religion, speaks not wrongly to it in the world, but speaks unto his dis belief, his atheism and in praying with him in the matter of healing imagery, I am also accepting his beliefs and there in a true offering of healing within a trust of acceptance.

It quite a statement that  resignates  with me that finds grounding in my Christianity as and in  my pastoral formation(a CPE CONTETANCY ) when I share in Christ’s teachings and death on the cross, that our dying Lord prayed for his murderers; but the offense alluded to here should be not punished.. He prayed on his cross for those Romans who sinned. He prayed for forgiveness    to be extended to men who, through fear of men and love of the world, should deny him whom they knew to be their Redeemer.  In Redeemer, while mine is Christ, Jesus, I also can hear all included in that, god, Jesus, Abraham, is sac or Jacob, Moses or Mohammad, Krishna and the Deities  and remain open.

For in this room was great faith and great pain and great suffering and two souls entering into a journey for peace and relief of the pain and suffering, to be heard and to be seen. In that room was the Holy Spirit moving in me and through me and in HP and through HP and it was beautiful.

Prose

Even the hospital is a role
A place to connect
But a role
Creates fear letting it go
I am but connection
And even as that space fills me
Time fills me with emptiness and
The small moments tp engage
To give to offer
Ans to be in the light is
Just enough
Sunrise to sunset
Any more than connecting moments create just to much space to ride time 

Prose

U know in a unique way coming to Christs love thru service and giving has grown 
the seeds the gospels speak about of seeds planted on the good ground.

I am here, I am authentic is my deep belief of goodness, and love and I pray m 
compassion...

And I can't find the path to get past the place it moves to sadness yet, I hold 
the emotion and it expands me, my heart is open and vulnerable in all my 
responses....to my friends, children and myself, even those I envision, I do so 
with a wide stretched jaw, a and in breathe  of compassion....


Smile, pray gods will is spronger than the sin inside me, I know resides,  my 
heart is like Christmas, I'm still giving the gifts and happy to just see people 
opening them, that will always be me, no matter where I'm standing !

In the light ! 

Mothers day

This morning as I sit with my daughter in corner bakery I think who created mothers 
day, and I think of you, , and all those who u have mothered year after year, 
held them in the womb of sacred space and birthed them into an awakening , 

"Jesus says u must be reborn into spirit to reenter the kingdom of heaven"

He also says

Who is my mother, who are my brothers, thy  who follow the  words of christ.

Happy mothers day !

Feelings in moment

My world is colorful, you know this, its love and flowers and god and giving and 
feeling and sometimes there is a storm, I feel like I can hold up the whole 
world, I can handle it all, just don't know about this one......

Am I makin a deal with the devil ? Or will it unfold that there is just no way 
to be with someone who says I can not be who I am ? 

I'm coming close to terms with that understanding and from this place things 
seem less emotional... But I'm not there yet......

Poem John Donahue

For A New Beginning

In out of the way places of the heart
Where your thoughts never think to wander
This beginning has been quietly forming
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.
For a long time it has watched your desire
Feeling the emptiness grow inside you
Noticing how you willed yourself on
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.
It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the grey promises that sameness whispered
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent
Wondered would you always live like this.
Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream
A path of plenitude opening before you.
Though your destination is not clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is one with your life’s desire.
Awaken your spirit to adventure
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.

- John O'Donohue

Poem KMG

Dear lord-
 in my prayers, 
Ill be closer to you in the sunrise
Now let my heart open to the little one on the second grade field trip, let me 
be  close to you there.......

I prayer to be lead, to not lead
To give and not receive  for my gifts are many, within me, I can not know them 
but there is a knowing in the joy I feel, they are carried in the joy and spark,
 that is my blessing all within me....
Let me be your angel

Poem from Pema

Wandering in the world of desire involves looking for alternatives,
seeking something to comfort us—food, drink, people. The word desire
encompasses that addiction quality, the way we grab for something
because we want to find a way to make things okay. That quality comes
from never having grown up. We still want to go home and be able to
open the refrigerator and find it full of our favorite goodies; when
the going gets tough, we want to yell “Mom!” But what we’re doing as
we progress along the path is leaving home and becoming homeless. Not
wandering in the world of desire is about relating directly with how
things are. Loneliness is not a problem. Loneliness is nothing to be
solved. The same is true for any other experience we might have.

Pema Choden