Wednesday 28 February 2018

Ordinary Miracles

A fav of Mish over at Kindspring.org


Here's to a day of "ordinary miracles"

✨ "Today" ✨

☀️"The ordinary miracles begin. Somewhere
a signal arrives: “Now,” and the rays
come down. A tomorrow has come. Open
your hands, lift them: morning rings
all the doorbells; porches are cells for prayer.
Religion has touched your throat. Not the same now,
you could close your eyes and go on full of light. ✨

And it is already begun, the chord
that will shiver glass, the song full of time
bending above us. Outside, a sign:
a bird intervenes; the wings tell the air,
“Be warm.” No one is out there, but a giant
has passed through town, widening streets, touching
the ground, shouldering away the stars." ⭐️ ~ William Stafford ~

(My Name is William Tell; contributed by Beth Atchison)

Tuesday 27 February 2018

Choose

✨ All these things......We are ✨

❤️
"You are goodness and mercy and compassion and understanding. 
You are peace and joy and light. 
You are forgiveness and patience, strength and courage, a helper in time of need, a comforter in time of sorrow, a healer in time of injury, a teacher in times of confusion. 
You are the deepest wisdom and the highest truth; the greatest peace and the grandest love. 
You are these things. 
And in moments of your life you have known yourself to be these things. 
Choose now to know yourself as these things always. 
❤️ ~ Neale Donald Walsch ~

Artwork Copyright. Heart Space by Gill.

Monday 26 February 2018

Brrrr!

Cold, frosty mornings
Sunshine teases through gray clouds
Slippery, thawing snow.

kjw 2/2/18
Internet photo

Sunday 25 February 2018

If i could draw your tears

If i could draw your tears
i would make them grey and gold
with pools of green healing.
i would swirl them in a flurry
of translucent feeling.

If i could draw your joys
i would make them pink and silver
with confetti bursts.
i would scatter them into the sky
freeing the happy to multiply.

If i could draw your heart
i would make it orange and red
with fires of compassion.
i would fan the flames with a touch
of loving you more than much.

If i could take from you
all the pain and trials, i would.
I would draw them as mine
in concentric blue circles
with a shared tender define.

If i could be your artist
and you were my painting
all the colors wouldn't be enough.
i'd have to mix them all together
as spectrums of light
until we were soft and pure
in resurrection white.

mj poem & drawing




Saturday 24 February 2018

For a friend


And in my Joy

I leapt and danced

and Love was there.

Oblivious of Love was I

Yet Love was Life through me.

I had no sight nor sound

of Love

Yet Love was Life for me.

 

And in my Ordinary

All around

Love was kind

and visited.

While I for granted took.

Love didn’t mind.

Not Love,

Love didn’t mind at all.

 

In calls of birds,

in skies and stars,

in sun and sea and seasons.

And hopes and dreams

Were filled with Love.

Each smile and hug

Love living through

And Friendship’s hand

Love living through.

 

And in my tears

I questioned.

In my fears I cried.

And in my lonely hours

Love still stood by.

And in my years of grieving

Love never left my side.

Love came and hid inside.

 

Then day break came

and sun arose

And all around grew Light.

So I could see

With eyes and heart

Bright shining there

My Love was there

Where Love had always been.

Where Love has always been.

Patjos 2 feb 2018
pic courtesy of The Love Foundation.com

Friday 23 February 2018

Who is at my door?


He said, "Who is at my door?"
I said, "Your humble servant."
He said, "What business do you have?"
I said, "To greet you, 0 Lord."

He said, "How long will you journey on?"
I said, "Until you stop me."
He said, "How long will you boil in the fire?"
I said, "Until I am pure.

"This is my oath of love.
For the sake of love
I gave up wealth and position."

He said, "You have pleaded your case
but you have no witness."
I said, "My tears are my witness;
the pallor of my face is my proof.'
He said, "Your witness has no credibility;
your eyes are too wet to see."
I said, "By the splendor of your justice
my eyes are clear and faultless."

He said, "What do you seek?"
I said, "To have you as my constant friend."
He said, "What do you want from me?"
I said, "Your abundant grace."

He said, "Who was your companion on the 'ourney?
I said, "The thought of you, 0 King."
He said, "What called you here?"
I said, "The fragrance of your wine."

He said, "What brings you the most fulfillment?"
I said, "The company of the Emperor."
He said, "What do you find there?"
I said, "A hundred miracles."
He said, "Why is the palace deserted?"
I said, "They all fear the thief."
He said, "Who is the thief?"
I said, "The one who keeps me from -you.

He said, "Where is there safety?"
I said, "In service and renunciation."
He said, "What is there to renounce?"
I said, "The hope of salvation."

He said, "Where is there calamity?"
I said, "In the presence of your love."
He said, "How do you benefit from this life?"
I said, "By keeping true to myself

Now it is time for silence.
If I told you about His true essence
You would fly from your self and be gone,
and neither door nor roof could hold you back!


-- Rumi

Wednesday 21 February 2018

Today I lived


A fav of meggent over at Kindspring.org


Today I was awakened by the sound of shuffling feet.
It was my early-bird riser in her big sister’s pajamas that drug across the floor.
I wanted to pull the covers over my head and feign sleep.
But instead I got up and made toaster waffles that she said tasted “divine.”
She kissed me with syrupy sweet lips.
Getting up wasn’t my first response. But I did it.
Today I lived.


Today she lost her shoes for the 37th time in two weeks.
It was right before we needed to head out the door.
I wanted to scream, to scold, to throw my hands in the air.
But instead I held her. I held her. My shoeless girl.
Together we found them wet with dew in the backyard and she whispered, “Sorry, I am forgetful, Mama.”
Being calm wasn’t my first response. But I did it.
Today I lived.


Today the birds chirped noisily through the open back door.
Their cheerful chatter seemed to accentuate the deadlines, the laundry, the mess piled up around me.
I wanted to slam the door and silence the temptation; there was so much to do.
But instead I put on my running shoes and my favorite hat.
With each step, I got closer to what mattered and farther from what didn’t.
Letting go wasn’t my first response. But I did it.
Today I lived.


Today I stood in front of the mirror sizing myself up.
It was apparent that stress and lack of sleep had left their mark.
I wanted to dissect each wrinkle, pinch each layer of soft skin
But instead I looked away and said, “Not today. Only love today.”
Loving myself wasn’t my first response. But I did it.
Today I lived.
Today I threw together a simple dinner and scooped it onto the plate.
It looked pathetic and unappealing.
I wanted to question my worthiness based on my cooking skills.
But instead I hollered, “Let’s eat outside on the porch! Everything tastes better outside.”
Offering myself grace wasn’t my first response. But I did it.
Today I lived.

Today I was on a mission to tuck my child into bed as quickly as possible.
It had been a tiring day, and I just wanted to be alone.
She asked if she could listen to my heartbeat.
Reluctantly, I lay down beside her and she drew her head to my chest.
“We have the same heartbeat,” she announced.
“How do you know?” I asked expecting some child-like reasoning, but instead her poignant response brought me to my knees.

“Because you are my mom.”

And there it was. My confirmation.

To choose to stay when I want to retreat.
To choose to forgive when I want to condemn.
To choose to love when I want to attack.
To choose to hope when I want to doubt.
To choose to stand when I want to fall.

Today I lived.
It wasn’t my first response.
But I share the same heartbeat with two precious souls.
And that’s enough to get me through the day.

Tuesday 20 February 2018

Spring time.

Quiet time spent with the spring
that wells up from the cool earth
through the soles of my feet
is balm for my spirit.
Any discord melts away
the lingering tears into the dew
of another day.
From the luminescent center of me,
is a light so green that
only a breath can hold its immensity.

The fire no longer rages.

I am watered in the baptismal font,
sputtering, shaking, tenuous
in absence of all previous want.
Nothing needs done
when all is perfectly
within this peaceable kingdom.
Love is the ruler
by which all is measured and created.
I drink the waters blessed,
and calmly bloom, sated.

mj

Monday 19 February 2018

Jump in!


Jump into the river of Love today
And go with the flow.

Wherever that wonderful water may go
Allow it to take you
To bear you
And guide you
Just let yourself go.

Let go of the bank
And into the stream,
Pour your troubles
And cares
Your hopes and dreams.
And watch as our lives
Which we struggle to live
Are drawn into Love’s all-powerful heal
So let go.

Our sorrows and suff’rings
can rest for a while
as we float on the river
(which flows on forever)
and trust that this Love
(which wells up from within)
Will be more than enough
(immeasurably more)
And know that this Love
Will surpass expectations
Will resolve
And repair
And renew situations,
Relations
and bring transformations

1,2,3… here we go!


Sunday 18 February 2018

To be of sunflowers

To be of sunflowers
you must be willing to turn
towards the sun,
focus on the changing light
transcending past what's begun.

We would learn together
to lift our faces,
soak in the blinding rays,
express ourselves in soft
unified connected spaces.

Tilled, furrowed and seeded,
our blooms of transient gold
would still even the buzz of bees
transfixed within our luscious fold.

The ocean skies would hallelujah
as we, fielded as one,
burst into full appreciation
bright shining as the sun.

mj poem & photo

Saturday 17 February 2018

Love Life


❤️ "To love life
During good times
During times of strife.
Counting the blessings,
Not the lessings.
Led by Love" ❤️
~ The Mishinator 😎

🤗🤗 ((((GROUP HUG)))) 🤗🤗

Friday 16 February 2018

Could I?


By LaughingSoul over at Kindspring.org

Could I ever have the happiness
of those who cannot walk
having a first step even if small?

Could I ever have the happiness
of those unsighted feeling
shadows for the first time?

Could I have the happiness
of music heard by one who
hear no sound?

Could I have the happiness
of the hungry parent
able to feed a child?

Could I have the happiness
of ones who after hard falls
finds no more holes?


---

Have we forgot
how to appreciate what we have,
the small things, forgotten are our priorities?
..Do we really need to gain a big loss
for the chance to touch happiness?
What
IS
Happiness?

Thursday 15 February 2018

A JOY SHARED IS A JOY DOUBLED

A fav of AnnC's over at Kindsrping


"An earlier post reminded me of this little poem that a friend gave me years ago. It brightened my day way back then and continues to brighten my day now. I try to pass it on to others whenever I can."


JOY
I lost a little carefree joy
By Holding it too tightly
For joys ought never to be held
But shared with others lightly

And so the next that came to me
I passed on to another
And now it clings and clings to me,
full closer than a brother.
(author unknown)

JOY TO EACH OF YOU MY FRIENDS