Transitions

As we move thru times and places

Releasing what we hold on to so close in great faith‎ that the plan to have received reservations from 7 guests back to back is also the plan to have things run smoothly...and while out of my control I continue my practice of releasing control... and in this I will connect with life and living it. Simplistic ally...

I enter a Time of sunrises and nature and needing limited materials things to be surrounded by and encompass nature and family and love---

And off I go....

Kmg

We are born to love, in love and thru christs love we are baptised into this world. And it's only love we know til we know the world and the world has love to give but not offer for the offering is in the giving and the world is love, isn't it the stories we find on our paths more the deterant from love then just what is love

The sun always rises, and in the light there is love ignited for those heart open to this flame, this burning desire to be one with love...

May it only be so...

Amen

Being is not found

in that which does not exist. 

Non-being is not found

in that which exists. 

The limit of both

being and non-being

is perceived by those 

who see the truth. 

Bhagavad Gita

Sometimes we’re fractured by the choices we make; sometimes we’re shattered by things we would never have chosen. But our brokenness is also the source of our common humanity, the basis for our shared search for comfort, meaning, and healing. Our shared vulnerability and imperfection nurtures and sustains our capacity for compassion.

We have a choice. We can embrace our humanness, which means embracing our broken natures and the compassion that remains our best hope for healing. Or we can deny our brokenness, forswear compassion, and, as a result, deny our own humanity. . . .

So many of us have become afraid and angry. We’ve become so fearful and vengeful that we’ve thrown away loved ones, discarded the disabled, and sanctioned the imprisonment of the sick and the weak—not because they are a threat to public safety or beyond rehabilitation but because we think it makes us seem tough, less broken. I thought of the victims of violent crime and the survivors of murdered loved ones, and how we’ve pressured them to recycle their pain and anguish and give it back to the offenders we prosecute. I thought of the many ways we’ve legalized vengeful and cruel punishments, how we’ve allowed our victimization to justify the victimization of others. We’ve submitted to the harsh instinct to crush those among us whose brokenness is most visible.

But simply punishing the broken—walking away from them or hiding them from sight—only ensures that they remain broken and we do, too. There is no wholeness outside of our reciprocal humanity. . . .

Embracing our brokenness creates a need for mercy. . . . I began thinking about what would happen if we all just acknowledged our brokenness, if we owned up to our weaknesses, our deficits, our biases, our fears. Maybe if we did, we wouldn’t want to kill the broken among us who have killed others. Maybe we would look harder for solutions to caring for the disabled, the abused, the neglected, and the traumatized. . . . We could no longer take pride in mass incarceration, in executing people, in our deliberate indifference to the most vulnerable.

Bryan Stevenson 

Thank you for this prayer cuishion that has help my faith strong -

Grateful I come to myself as an offering and receive abundance.

I pray that love fill my heart and become but a chamber of all I have to know or give and let it be christs eyes who I reflect in that giving.

I am grateful today for the abundance of family and means to house and clothe and feed and create and rest- the home which god so provides for us in every day and the adventures we are sent out in the world to share, to model and to speak christs word always.

Grateful is the cry of praise my lord,

Grateful, for my faith has made me well (mt.26)

By Czeslaw Milosz
(1911 - 2004)
English version by Robert Hass
  

Forget the suffering
You caused others.
Forget the suffering
Others caused you.
The waters run and run,
Springs sparkle and are done,
You walk the earth you are forgetting.

Sometimes you hear a distant refrain.
What does it mean, you ask, who is singing?
A childlike sun grows warm.
A grandson and a great-grandson are born.
You are led by the hand once again.

The names of the rivers remain with you.
How endless those rivers seem!
Your fields lie fallow,
The city towers are not as they were.
You stand at the threshold mute.

"

There's something so healing about this poem. It's strange to speak of the healing power of forgetting, but there's something here for us to consider.

Have you ever heard someone say, "I can forgive, but I can't forget"? That is a person who hasn't yet learned to forgive. Perhaps that person isn't yet ready to forgive but doesn't want to admit it. For some hurts, forgiveness cannot be rushed. But it must, on some level, remain the goal. And to achieve forgiveness, one must forget in a certain sense.

No one truly forgets any experience. But we can mean different things when we speak of forgetting. There is willful blindness, which should never be a goal. This is what the person who says he won't forget is trying to avoid, but usually what they are choosing to do is to nurse old hurts in secret, deriving a sense of purpose in continued suffering.

There is another kind of forgetting that isn't forgetting, that is to let go of the repeating cycle of internal dialog and its associated hot, binding emotions. To do so is an affront to the ego's sense of self-importance. It requires humility, perhaps even weariness. To let go in this way makes us feel temporarily vulnerable. We usually carry our wounds like shields, imagining that surrounding ourselves with past hurts fortifies us against future injury. The truth is less direct and more elegant: Those shield walls built of past pains trap us. They limit our movement and limit our interaction with the rich drama of life. Letting go of those hurts frees us to more dynamically experience life, while simultaneously allowing us to better recognize and avoid those future hurts. Put simply, the more shielded the heart is with remembered hurts, the less it feels and knows and experiences joy.

A good reminder to myself as much as anyone: No one makes it through this life without acquiring some hurts. The well-lived life is not one that has avoided pain; it is one that has integrated that pain along with its delights and discoveries, and in that rich mixture sees the lineaments of its own face.

Of course, seeing this, we see something much bigger than we imagined ourselves to be. Approaching this immense vision of Self, we fall silent.

You stand at the threshold mute.

Kmg

 I wake early and sitin prayer formy friend and therefore myself for I know the pain she holds she holds for she is just ahead of me in this suffering and she. will soothe the way to christ as she brings it to this path she lights paths for us all... may my word today and my prayers today be but a breathe spoken from my servant lips I am here to comfort, heal and love- amen

And there is light

Always the same when what is the same around u

What pulls u into a story 

Pulls u into a story that spins

Has no end

And yet what was the beginning

But a direction which u still need to

Walk thru

Climb

Struggle

Glide

Be

And what if u just were silent in all of it

What if the stories stopped and there was nothing but emptiness

Would u fall into christs arms are into another abise in the darkness.

Today we ground all of ur being from the source of who u are and cast out demons of darkness and stories told and untold

Today we give it all to god and are held

Just allow one moment of time to send the cries of ur depth into the depth of life where love abides and is ur inheritance.

I am here as guide, servant and friend.

Amen‎

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Only part of us is sane: only part of us loves pleasure and the longer day of happiness, wants to live to our nineties and die in peace, in a house that we built, that shall shelter those who come after us. The other half of us is nearly mad. It prefers the disagreeable to the agreeable, loves pain and it’s darker night despair, and wants to die in a catastrophe that will set back life to its beginnings and leave nothing of our house save its blackened foundations.

Rebecca West

I read this author and feel a natural expanse of self is thru the faith, the part within us that just knows this balance is one without faith. The other side of faith is release to gods will and therefore any control or allow of control of anything that is not love.

KMG

The window bring in the thickness of the morning, the birds sing the song my heart yearns to dance with as sun rises and color breathes into life