Astronauts read from the book of Genesis…
24 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Astronauts read from the Bookof Genesis, Borman, christmas eve, darlness of the deep, divided light from farkness, God created heaven and earth, good, largest audience, light, NASA, Spirit of God moved upon the water
verses that sing
22 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: 12/21/20, caress my soul, dulcet lullabies, fantasized daydreams, flowery bouquet, gentle words, infants held at breast to nurse, into peaceful streams, Jeanne in the mountains, Logan Ray Grant, Love's tenderest touch, poetry, secure, song, sweet poet, tears of sadness, verses that sing, whisk my strife away, whispered breezes
Love’s tenderest touch, your gentle words reveal
Caress my soul. sweet poet, with your verse
Write dulcet lullabies which make me feel
Secure, like infants held at breast to nurse
Turn tears of sadness into peaceful streams
Make whispered breezes whisk my strife away
Put passion in my fantasized daydreams
Paint troubles in to flowery bouquet
Your words are like a song, please sing to me
Sweet poet, how I love your poetry
Written by Logan Ray Grant on 12/21/20 for Jeanne in the mountains
Channeling Grace
21 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Carolyn Myss, Channeling Grace, creative consequences, Divine Organics, Grace First Responders, holy language, language as the backbone of healing, power of love, pray with God, prayer, see with greater claarity, Tami Simon, the ultimate nature of God
Tami Simon and Caroline Myss
In this podcast, Caroline and I talk about how the ultimate holy language is prayer, as well as the creative power that comes when we learn to pray with God instead of to God. We also discuss:
• Prayer as a request for how to see with greater clarity and truth
• How, according to Caroline, “law is the ultimate nature of God,” and how this insight led to the discovery of what she calls “Divine Organics”—the ways our bodies act lawfully, as does everything in the universe
• The shift that occurs in our lives when we choose the power of love over the love of power
• Language as part of the backbone of healing and developing a vocabulary that invites insight, transformation, and healing
• How every choice we make has creative consequences
• Channeling grace for the benefit of others as “Grace First Responders” in the world
The Purifiers
20 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: address our fears, archetypes, awareness, clear out the status quo, destroyer, exorcist, liberator, make way for an expansive, naked, purify our being, spiritual path, Stacy Couch, The Puifiers
The exorcist-The destroyer-the liberator
The purifiers – the exorcist, destroyer, and liberator archetypes
– all work in their unique ways to purify our being.
In this four-part audio course on “The Purifiers,”
Stacey Couch explains the exorcist, destroyer, and liberator archetypes.
All three archetypes clear out the status quo to make way for an expansive, naked awareness. They purify us along the spiritual path and address the fears we encounter.
The exorcist transmutes demons into allies and separation into union.
The destroyer embraces the cycle of destruction to unlock hidden potential.
The liberator uses wisdom to free us from attachment and suffering.
From Caroline Myss
“vehement and gusty, leonine, hale, and lusty.”
19 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: formidable woman, gusty, hale, hoisted her rear over the handlebar, leonine, Lessons from my TuTu, lusty, my tutu leaped to throw her arms around me, red bicycle, shared by Joy Acey, vehement, yelling "whee"
LESSONS FROM MY TUTU
When I was 10-years old, I got a shiny, red bicycle for Christmas. It wasn’t a Schwinn or even a Cannondale. It was a bike my father bought for $1 from the Salvation Army Thrift Store. He sanded off the rust. Took the spokes from the wheels , sanded and oiled those. He removed rust from the chain and oiled that. He painted the frame red, he put on new tires, a new seat cover and new red plastic handlebar grips. I was so proud of my new bike, and my father said I could ride my bike to school. This meant I didn’t have to walk the mile and a half to school and home again. It meant I could have more time to play with my friends after school. My tutu, my grandma said it meant I could have more time to study and to help with family chores.
It was about two weeks after Christmas, when my tutu came over to our house and she asked to ride my bicycle. Let me explain, my grandmother is a formidable woman. She had 10 children, 7 boys and 3 girls. My mom was the youngest. But this story isn’t about my mother it is about my tutu. She was short, about 4 ft. 8. and she was about that wide too.
So, when she asked to ride my bike, my first reaction was to say, “Tutu, you can’t ride a bike.”
She looked at me; gave me her stink eye, “Who are you, young lady, to tell me what I can and can’t do? I’ll have you know when I was your age, no when I was younger than you, I used to bike all over.”
I looked at my prized bicycle, and I looked at my grandma, and I moved to hand over my bicycle. I had been taught to respect my elders, but I hoped she didn’t break my bike, or worse yet crash it and hurt herself.
“Naw, Sweetheart,” she said. “I don’t want to peddle; I want to ride. You peddle.” and with that she hefted her robust rear end over the handlebar. She leaned back to grip the handlebars and lifted her feet off the ground in front of her. “Now peddle.”
Slowly, I started to peddle.
“Faster,” my tutu commanded. “Whee!,” she screamed and started to laugh.
She laughed and screamed and laughed as I started to peddle a little faster.
I started to laugh and scream and laugh too. All the while her round bottom jiggled and rolled over the handlebar. We both laughed and laughed.
We were bicycling for a good 10 minutes when Grandma finally said, “OK, you stop now.”
I was glad because it is really difficult to peddle while you’re laughing so hard. I slowly applied the breaks, and when I was finally going slow enough I put my feet on the pavement to stop and balance the bike.
My tutu leaped from the handlebar and rushed to throw her arms around me, still laughing.
I’ll always remember that day.
“Now Little Girl, I want you to remember, never judge a book by its cover.”
That day I learned it wasn’t my job to set limitations for other people. I thought my tutu was too old and too fat to ride a bicycle, and if I had refused to let my tutu get on my bike, I would have missed all the laughter and the memory of my grandma jiggling on the handlebars while yelling, “Whee!’
My job is to help raise people up to see beyond their limitations, and to help them strive to reach beyond what they think is possible.
I ask you, my fellow Toastmasters, do you see people by their limitations? Do you define them by their handicaps? Or do you work to help others to reach beyond what they thought was possible? As you know, anything is possible with Toastmasters.
This story was shared with me by Joy Acey
light within us
16 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: a sacred community, acts of love, blinded by light, clarity, deeply mystical month, divine intervention, Divine Light, dreams intuition, dwell in it, enchantment, greater spheres of light, healings, holy days, holy Light, interpret the messages from that realm, light within us, live it breathe it, miracles, month of December, need light to live, power of light entering human life, sacred consciousness, Solstice
We have holy Light within us – most certainly we do.
And I deeply believe that we long to know – to have a direct experience – with Divine Light.
To me, the month of December, is a deeply mystical month,
associated with holy days, miracles, healings,
Divine intervention, abundant acts of love, and enchantment.
We are always transitioning into greater spheres of Divine Light. When we have an inspiration, we often make light-associated comments, such as, “The light went on”, or “It dawned on me”, or “I finally saw the light”. Mystics were often “blinded by Divine Light” until their ordinary eyesight adjusted to the illuminated apparition that stood before them.
Light is that element of clarity, for obvious reasons – but also for mystical ones. Light is the nature of the Divine and we are drawn to understand our inner Light surely as we need oxygen to live. I imagine that if we could truly see clearly, we would realize that we dwell in fields of light that are really the endless sacred consciousness of the Divine. We are never “out” of the Light of the Divine. We live it, breathe it, create with it, dwell in it. People who have near-death experiences all report encountering a tunnel of Light and then being surrounded by Light – the vibrational field of the sacred community. The soul easily sees that vibrational of Light so unrecognizable to our five senses. Yet, our inner senses – our soul senses – can perceive this Light and we can most definitely interpret the messages so often relayed to us by that realm. Often we receive these messages through dreams or sudden intuitive hits.
Though we are now entering the darkest and coldest time of the year (in the northern hemisphere), December is also the month the celebrates the return of the Light on the Solstice, December 21st. Hanukkah and Christmas are feasts of the power of holy Light entering into human life.
Caroline Myss
pink sunday-rose sunday-joy sunday
13 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: and great ight of the Lord, art work by Jeanne, as long as you can sing about it, burst for joy, color pencil, fibonacci design, holy imagination, James Wright, joy sunday, pink sunday, Poetry itself can keep life alive, rose sunday, Son and Holy Spirit, stir up the power, the Father, Third Sunday of Advent, time tolight the pink candle
art work by jeanne – color pencil- fibonacci design
This is the third Sunday of Advent
time to light the pink candle
burst for joy
stir up the power and great might of the Lord
the Father, Son and Holy Spirit
with holy imagination!
As the poet James Wright wrote: “Poetry can keep life itself alive. You can endure almost anything as long as you can sing about it.”
tongue in cheek love
12 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: butmarried, double takes, drunk and stupid, except your hair, Forms of Love by Kim Addonizio, just not that into you, love, love you like a friend, love your tacos, Obama, semeotics, strange backyard, tongue in cheek love, unavailable, unstable signifier, we're fictional, wish for more hair, you name the composer
Forms of Love” by Kim Addonizio,
Forms of Love
by Kim Addonizio
I love you but I’m married.
I love you but I wish you had more hair.
I love you more.
I love you more like a friend.
I love your friends more than you.
I love how when we go into a mall and classical muzak is playing,
you can always name the composer.
I love you, but one or both of us is/are fictional.
I love you but “I” am an unstable signifier.
I love you saying, “I understand the semiotics of that” when I said, “I
had a little personal business to take care of.”
I love you as long as you love me back.
I love you in spite of the restraining order.
I love you from the coma you put me in.
I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone, except for this one
guy.
I love you when you’re not getting drunk and stupid.
I love how you get me.
I love your pain, it’s so competitive.
I love how emotionally unavailable you are.
I love you like I’m a strange backyard and you’re running from the
cops, looking for a place to stash your gun.
I love your hair.
I love you but I’m just not that into you.
I love you secretly.
I love how you make me feel like I’m a monastery in the desert.
I love how you defined grace as the little turn the blood in the
syringe takes when you’re shooting heroin, after you pull back
the plunger slightly to make sure you hit the vein.
I love your mother, she’s the opposite of mine.
I love you and feel a powerful spiritual connection to you, even
though we’ve never met.
I love your tacos! I love your stick deodorant!
I love it when you tie me up with ropes using the knots you
learned in Boy Scouts, and when you do the stoned Dennis
Hopper rap from Apocalypse Now!
I love your extravagant double takes!
I love your mother, even though I’m nearly her age!
I love everything about you except your hair.
If it weren’t for that I know I could really, really love you.
“Forms of Love” by Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer at the Starlite. © W.W. Norton & Company, 2009. Reprinted with permission of Massie & McQuilkin Literary Agents.
blue and orange
10 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: blue and orange, blue makes me loyal, I'm watching you thry this window, I've got this!', letting the Lord of the Universe clothe and feed you, Not to worry, orange makes me royal
blue makes me loyal
orange makes me royal
I’m watching you through this window
letting the Lord of the universe clothe and feed you.
Not to worry
I’ve got this!
Conception
09 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: 2020, Conception, Dec8, gone back and forth on the ferry, Immaculate, lay on a hill-top, leaned across a table, looked into a fire, Recuerdo by Edna St Vincent Millay, underneath the moon, we were very merry, We were very tired, whistles kept blowing
Immaculate
Dec 8th, 2020
Recuerdo
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable—
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.
We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;
And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,
And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold
We were very tired, we were very merry
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
We hailed, “Good morrow, mother!” to a shawl- covered head,
And bought a morning paper which neither of us read;
And she wept, “God bless you!” for the apples and pears,
and we gave her all our money but our subway fares.
“Recuerdo” by Edna St. Vincent Millay. Public domain.
Mary was sinless and so knew how to contemplate mysteries, angels, Sacred Spirits.
She will happily show us how.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 