Posts Tagged ‘Love’

I love what Wendell Berry writes of in this poem.  A Mother’s love
that is so willing to rest always in love.  No matter what little or big
things come up, that love remains.  In other words, those things
that can come up — she ‘pays it no mind’.

Believing in someone is always a force for the good.  It is to merge
Heaven on Earth, as Wendell Berry brilliantly reflects in this tribute
to his Mother.  Enjoy and Happy Mother’s Day!

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To My Mother

I was your rebellious son,
do you remember? Sometimes
I wonder if you do remember,
so complete has your forgiveness been.

So complete has your forgiveness been
I wonder sometimes if it did not
precede my wrong, and I erred,
safe found, within your love,

prepared ahead of me, the way home,
or my bed at night, so that almost
I should forgive you, who perhaps
foresaw the worst that I might do,

and forgave before I could act,
causing me to smile now, looking back,
to see how paltry was my worst,
compared to your forgiveness of it

already given. And this, then,
is the vision of that Heaven of which
we have heard, where those who love
each other have forgiven each other,

where, for that, the leaves are green,
the light a music in the air,
and all is unentangled,
and all is undismayed.

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Live as You

Freydoon Rassouli – Visionary Artist


“Dear Human:

You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of … messing up. Often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives. It doesn’t require modifiers. It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up, and play and work and live and die as YOU. It’s enough. It’s plenty.”

~Courtney A. Walsh, Author

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A couple of hundred days ago, I decided I would affirm my daily blessings on Facebook.  Although they may not always be statements of gratitude, they are a means of bookmarking and honoring the day with the language of love.  Here is today’s blessing:

Today is day 1 of having executed two major decisions.

Is my energy completely pure around these decisions?


Is it the path of my heart?


Am I committed?

Hell, yes.

Do I have the guidance and wisdom of Spirit to lean on as I journey this path?


Allow me to continue trusting in that, even if Life takes a turn through the “wrong neighborhood”.

Then remind me what I came here knowing: there are no wrong neighborhoods.

“First love, then think
First love, then speak 
First love, then look
First love, then act
First love, then choose
First love, then give
First love, then live”
Robert Holden

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We are now past the 10 day Hay House global summit.  It’s Day 11 and Louise Hay has an hour session with her CEO.  Below are highlights:

Louise Hay speaking on Bruce Lipton’s idea: When we think in a conscious manner we are only using 5% of our brain, and the other thoughts we are thinking are downloads of thoughts we are thinking that were projected on us when we were very little children.  So it’s all other people’s opinions.  So in other words, most of the thoughts are all other people’s opinions and if you are thinking thoughts that are making you feel bad you are not thinking your own thoughts, you are thinking thoughts that you learned as a child.

Now me interjecting: We pick up other people’s thoughts from all over the place all day long every day.  We don’t know whose thought it is: is it the neighbor’s, the guy that’s in the grocery line in front of you, is it your father’s, your mother’s, your school grade teacher’s, your sister’s, your brother’s, the peer that embarrassed you.  We don’t know where it came from, but we know one thing: if it doesn’t make you feel good … then stop, just stop, it’s not *your* thought.  It’s a thought you adopted unwittingly as your own but it belonged to someone else.  Send it back to the ethers.  It doesn’t belong to you.  If it’s not a thought that takes you back to Original Grace, it’s not yours.

More from LH: So you can say to them, these thoughts are not mine! (Me again: Sonia Choquette has a great idea to take thumb and forefinger together as a means of anchoring, while affirming these thoughts are not mine.)

More LH — Now, give yourself a lot of positive affirmations:
I am loving and lovable.
I deserve the best.
All is well in my world.  People love me;  I love people.
I have a job that really satisfies me.
I live in a beautiful home that is wonderful for me.
I have great friends.
My health is good and getting better all the time.

You want to fill yourself with the right messages.

LH: Deep down you know that you are wonderful and you are worthy of living a good life.  All is well.  I like to get people to say over and over again:

Life loves me, life loves me.  I love life. If you woke up every morning saying life loves me and every time you step out your door you say life loves me and every time you open a door you say life loves me. Every time you meet with people, or meet new people you know, you say life loves me and you get that ingrained in your consciousness … your life is going to be so much better.

Life loves you.  All is well.

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Behold this new day.

It’s your opportunity

to leave the stamp

of who you are

right smack dab

on the cheeks of it.


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Today I’ve been asking myself this question:

What would wholeness say?

I love asking the question; it seems to prompt a feeling of slipping my arms into the sleeves and cloak of wholeness.   Wholeness spoke quietly and tenderly just a few things to me –

You are a blessed being.
You are perfect just as you are.
You are innocence.

And perhaps if Rumi were by my side right now, he’d peer over my shoulder and whisper in my ear:

inside this new love, die.  Your way begins on the other side.

In my last found poem, combining Rumi and Rilke, Rumi’s Quietness comprised the last verse.  Here it is, in it’s entirety, the words below and the words, set to music and images by Rahmama at youtube.  It is absolutely spectacularly, breathtakingly beautiful!

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick clouds.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.

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May the light at the core of your being illuminate the world…

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Did the rose
Ever open its heart

And give to this world
All its

It felt the encouragement of light
Against its

We all remain



The Gift: Poems by Hafiz
Translations by Daniel Ladinsky

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Come with me now, down this garden path, and sit with me at this stream.  Watch how the water flows by.  See how it flows over and around the rocks.  See how it flows even where there are obstacles; even a dam of rocks, higher than the bed of the stream, cannot stop the flow.  It may hold back the water for a time, but eventually, the water will prevail.  It may rise up and flow over the top of the dam.  It may simply leave the banks of the stream, spread out and go around the dam.  Or it may find the weakness in the dam and through its relentless pressure cause the dam to crumble as the water is let loose to flow freely again.

This water is love, the source of all being.  It is freedom and power, unrelenting, unending.  It overcomes all barriers which lie before it through its unending flow.  But yet its pressure is gentle.  For the rocks over which it flows, it is soothing and purifying.  For that which dwells within it and on the banks along the side, it is a life giver, flowing and gentle.  And yet, when it is thwarted, as with the dam, it prevails through its unrelenting nature.

There is nothing that you can do, nothing you can fail to do, that will keep love from you.  There is no blame you can place upon yourself that will stop the flow of love in your life.  Love is the blood that flows in your veins, the breath that goes in and out of your body.  Love is an essential part of who you are.  It cannot be stopped.  It cannot be overcome.  And even if it is forced underground for a time, still it flows and will again be made visible in your life.

You are blameless before this love.  You are not judged and found wanting.  You, exactly as you are right now, are deeply loved, are a part of love, are made of love eternal.  You breathe and it flows.  You live and it flows.  You are love.

The life-giving source is within you and it is the foundation of your freedom.  The more you allow yourself to become one with the flow of love, the more freedom you will experience in your life.  The more you give it away, the more it will flow in to fill you.  The more you acknowledge its presence within you, the more you will flow and glow with love and freedom, going so deeply into the holy center of love that you finally see and know and feel who you are:  a shining beacon of love and light in human form, as holy and free as anyone who has ever walked the earth and ever will.  You–yes, you–are the ultimate expression of love.

The rocks of fear may pile up around you and in front of you, but you are not those rocks.  You are the flowing stream of love and you will prevail over the barriers and watch them crumble and tumble before you.  Such is your power, the power of love.

~Quado, as channeled by Carrie Hart

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Happy Endings


These are a couple of local news stories I very much enjoyed reading today.  The second story has an ending written by me.

Spokane man finds message in a bottle from 1913


SPOKANE, Wash. — Darin Winkler was out walking the banks of the Spokane River with his kids last weekend when he saw something that looked…

Well, let me put it this way: After you hear this story, the song “Message in a Bottle” may be stuck in your head for days.

“Spring and high water brings up various kinds of things on shore,” said Winkler, who lives in the River Run subdivision on the Spokane River, just south of Spokane Falls Community College. “We saw an old flattened basketball and a bunch of bottles. Mostly they were whiskey bottles, Mad Dog 20-20 bottles, things like that. But this one stood out.”

It looked like an antique bottle, with an old-fashioned cork stopper.

So Winkler and his kids, Evan and Iris, walked up and took a closer look. That’s when they saw it.

A message in a bottle.

Winkler grabbed the bottle and took it back to his house. He carefully teased the note out of the bottle. The paper was a little damp, flaking in places, but mostly intact. The first thing he saw took his breath away: “March 30, 1913.”

Some parts of the note had deteriorated, but large portions of the pencil-written note remained decipherable.

Here’s what it says, with missing parts noted with ellipses:

March 30, 1913

Dear friend,

Who ever finds this bottle, please write in … at Rockford, within the next two years … and let me know it… Will put it in …Spokane … North East … state of Wa …

Yours truly,

Emmett Presnell

Rockford, Wash.

RFD #1 Box 5

Admittedly, this is not one of those storybook messages in a bottle. No map showed the buried treasure. No damsel in distress wrote it from a desert island. It contained no SOS to the world. Yet this message has its own modest story to tell.

After some sleuthing on the Internet and in the Spokesman-Review archives, Winkler was able to find out plenty about that long-ago bottle-tosser.

Emmett Presnell was born in 1892 in Missouri and came with his parents Edwin and Sarah Presnell to the Lind, Wash., area in 1900, where they homesteaded. They moved to the Rockford area around 1912 and had a farm on Rural Free Delivery Route No. 1, where they raised wheat and cattle.

Emmett then went on to join his brother Karl in a big cattle and wheat operation about eight miles southwest of Cheney. He farmed there for the next 60 years. He never married and never had children of his own. He lived on the farm with his brother’s family, according to nephew Tom Presnell, 86, now retired in Spokane.

When Tom was asked this week to describe his late uncle, he said, “Emmett was a real dependable person. He lived a pretty clean life.”

Emmett would have been about 20 when he got the notion to send out a message in a bottle. We can surmise that he was out tending cattle on the banks of Rock Creek or Hangman Creek when he decided to launch that bottle downstream (those two creeks are feeders of the Spokane River). Or maybe he was having a weekend picnic somewhere on the Spokane River itself.

Winkler’s theory is that the bottle got washed up on a bank or into a tangle of logs, and stayed high and dry for most of the next nine decades, thus explaining its relatively good condition. Recently, possibly even last year, high water may have refloated the bottle and sent it down the river to where Winkler found it, directly across from the old Natatorium Park.

When Emmett died at age 85, on May 13, 1978, in a local nursing home, that bottle was probably still stuck in a riverbank somewhere. We doubt if Emmett would have even remembered launching that bottle.

Yet, on behalf of Winkler and his kids, we would like to send our own message out into the unknown:

Emmett, we finally found your bottle.

…and this sweet story for the romantic die hard, like me…

Elderly Ellensburg couple dies at same time


ELLENSBURG, Wash. — An Ellensburg couple, married for more than 50 years, died within minutes of each other at their home.

The Kittitas County sheriff’s office says deputies and Ellensburg medics responded to the home Wednesday because 78-year-old Charles Elkins was having trouble breathing. While they were trying to revive him 76-year-old Grace Elkins lost consciousness. Both died at the scene.

The Yakima Herald-Republic reports Charles Elkins was a retired phone transmission tower worker and Grace Elkins was the former curator of the Kittitas County Historical Museum.

The actual news story ended there but I feel it’s incomplete, so I will add:

The couple’s oldest daughter, Eleanor, was contacted.  She stated that her mother and father were madly in love and inseparable for much of the half century they spent together.  She’s not surprised one bit that they died within minutes of each other.  Although it saddens her to bury both parents at the same time, she said they’ve left her with an abiding legacy of how strong and everlasting their love is.

The End.

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