The Vibrant Channeled Creator

I have touched him with my own hands.

He is God’s message of life.

He was with the father and then was shown to us.

You will be filled with joy.

1 John 1:1-4

Make room for Christ

Breathe with your soul.

Serve only Him.

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The Weight


by Linda Gregg

Two horses were put together in the same paddock.


Night and day. In the night and in the day


wet from heat and the chill of the wind


on it. Muzzle to water, snorting, head swinging


and the taste of bay in the shadowed air.


The dignity of being. They slept that way,


knowing each other always.


Withers quivering for a moment,


fetlock and the proud rise at the base of the tail,


width of back.

The volume of them, and each other’s weight.


Fences were nothing compared to that.


People were nothing. They slept standing,


their throats curved against the other’s rump.


They breathed against each other,
whinnied and stomped.


There are things they did that I do not know.


The privacy of them had a river in it.


Had our universe in it. And the way


its border looks back at us with its light.


This was finally their freedom.
The freedom an oak tree knows.


That is built at night by stars.
 
Linda Gregg, “The Weight” from All of It Singing: New and Selected Poems. Copyright © 1994 by Linda Gregg. Used by permission of The Permissions Company, LLC, on behalf of Graywolf Press, Minneapolis, Minnesota, http://www.graywolfpress.org
from the Poetry Almanac 3/1/22

The skin of Moses’ face was shining!Exodus 34:35

Proclaim the greatness of the Lord our God and worship him
upon his holy hill for the Lord our God is the Holy One. Psalm 99: 9

The Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. 2 Corinthians:3:12

Jesus rebuked the unclean spirit, healed the boy, and gave him back to his father. All were astounded at the greatness of God.Luke 9:43-43a

Streams of light radiated from every cell of His body.

Life and glory reign over death and time.

God’s sonar boom shares the light of the rays.
The divinity never eclipsed the humanity of Jesus.
Before enlightenment, chop wood; carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood; carry water!

 Steve Jobs speaks during an Apple special event April 8, 2010 in Cupertino, California.

Today is the birthday of Steve Jobs, born in San Francisco (1955) to two University of Wisconsin graduate students who placed him for adoption. Clara and Paul Jobs, an accountant and a machinist adopted him when he was still a baby. Growing up, Jobs and his father would tinker with electronics in the garage.
He dropped out of college after a semester, went to India in search of spiritual enlightenment, returned a devout Buddhist, experimented with LSD, and then got a job with a video game maker where he was in charge of designing a circuit board for one of the company’s games. In 1976, at the age of 21, he co-founded Apple Computers, and less than a decade later Apple unveiled the Macintosh computer. It was the first small computer to catch on with the public that used a graphical user interface, or GUI (sometimes pronounced “gooey”), where people could simply click on icons instead of typing in precise text commands.
The graphic user interface revolutionized computers and it’s on almost all computers today. It’s on a whole lot of other devices as well, like fancy vending machines and digital household appliances and photocopying machines and airport check-in kiosks. And graphical user interface is what’s used with iPods, another of Apple’s wildly successful products at the time.
Jobs was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in 2003. He opted for a variety of alternative treatments, but eventually — in 2004 — he underwent surgery to remove the tumor. His health began to decline in 2009 and the disease claimed him in October 2011 at age 56.
Jobs once said, “Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”

from the Poetry Almanac Feb 24, 2002

this is a picture of a waterfall recessed into a rocky bluff. Edited in tune image, crop and healing.         Susan Fell Porter

Lisa and Emily from Ravenous Butterflies Thought of the Week

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Art by Walter Koessler

Garrison Keillor

This is my favorite story about saying “I love you …” and could easily have been about my Norwegian American parents (now passed, both born before 1920) whom I never saw hug or kiss each other but clearly did love each other through 60-plus years of marriage:
Lena was complaining to Ole on their 50th wedding anniversary that he never said “I love you …” to her on their anniversaries or Valentine’s Day or any other day.
Ole quietly replied, “Lena, on our wedding day 50 years ago, I told you ‘I love you …’ and I also said that I’d let you know if anything changed.”
Stay safe and healthy!
Mark Larson
Arcata, California
My parents were unusually demonstrative for Midwesterners and also for fundamentalists and she often sat on his lap and he kissed her and I think it helped matters that their romance went on for several years of the Depression before finally, thanks to scandal, they married over the opposition of both families. They had to work to achieve the union, it was no casual matter. I clearly remember the one time she was seriously angry at him; I was six or so and I went upstairs to bed, weeping, and she came upstairs to assure me that she didn’t mean what she said. That event is engraved in my mind, the angry words especially, and then her reassurance. Since then numerous women have been furious at me and I have reassured myself with her words: “I didn’t mean it. Everything will be okay.”
GK

A Difference of Fifty-Three Years
by Noel Peattie

Here is a magazine called Seventeen.
It comes out on the stands every month.
The girl on each cover is welcome
as cherry pie; she’s tubbed, pure,
her hair is up, or ribboned.
Her life is all dresses,
parties, and little pink wishes.
She says to the world, Oh hurry,
hurry up, please, and it does.

Here is a man about seventy.
Why isn’t there a journal called Seventy?
Because he isn’t as welcome;
because nobody wants to be like him.
He says to the world, Slow down;
my flat feet can’t keep up with you.
He whispers, I’m still alive.

But it doesn’t slow down, the world.
It keeps on hurrying; for, see there,
an impatient virgin is waiting.

(Every day, an old man is buried).
Every month, there’s another young girl.

“A Difference of Fifty-Three Years” by Noel Peattie, from The Testimony of Doves. © Regent Press, 2005. Reprinted with permission.

Dear GK,
You have mentioned that you read the Post and like George F. Will. I do as well. I appreciate his honesty because he quit the Republican Party when the orange-haired fellow was nominated. But mostly, I love his prose. A thesaurus is a handy thing to have when reading him. Luckily, there is a “look this up” option whenever I point the mouse arrow at a word.
Here is a favorite phrase from a piece that he wrote just a few days ago: “He larded this fatuity with dollops of the usual rhetorical fat.” Exceptional prose, that.
Also, you noted that you endeavor to hit the middle of the toilet bowl. Sir, a toilet is not a urinal. Gentlemen always sit on the toilet. There are sanitary exceptions, but those exceptions are never in the home. And I am certain that you do not live in a gas station.
Stay well, stay safe,
Buz
When George F. Will tells me that gentlemen always sit on the toilet, I will seriously consider it but I’d like it in a handwritten note signed by him and including a $5 bill to show he’s serious.
GK
Garrison Keillor 2/21/22

Put your trust in the Lord and do good.

Do not fret yourself because of evildoers; do not be jealous of those who do wrong.

For they shall soon wither like the grass, and like the green grass fade away.

Put your trust in the Lord and do good; dwell in the land and feed on its riches.

Take delight in the Lord and he shall give you your hearts desire.

Commit your way to the Lord and put your trust in Him and He will bring it to pass.