Monthly Archives: December 2015

1003. We have only now, only this single eternal moment opening and unfolding before us, day and night. ~Jack Kornfield

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Joy does not simply happen to us.
We have to choose joy
and keep choosing it every day.
~Henri J.M. Nouwen

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Every day
I see or hear
something
that more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle

in the haystack
of light. It was what
I was born for –

to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world –
to instruct myself

over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
~Excerpt from the poem, Mindful,
by Mary Oliver

…for I have always been mindful of your unfailing love and have lived in reliance on your faithfulness. ~Psalm 26:3  ✝

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1002. Today my forest is dark.The trees are sad and all the butterflies have broken wings. ~Raine Cooper

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Ya know, I do realize full well how lucky I am to be alive and I’m completely aware of what a gift every day is, but dang, if today hasn’t been full, and throwing them one right after the other, of those moments when “anything that can possibly go wrong, does.” On top of that the myriad of crappy moments started shortly after I awoke with a screaming migraine headache that’s still raging and will probably continue to do so until the wee hours of the morning. Even so I’ve done my best to hang in there and be the “Little Miss Sunshine” that one of my followers calls me, at least until now. So please forgive me if you are offended by the image below, but I believe we are born to be real, not perfect, and enough is enough already. There’s simply not enough shovels for this kind of lousy day…

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Please Lord: Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin. ~Psalm 51:2 ✝

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1001. For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive. ~D. H. Lawrence

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I don’t ask for the meaning of the song of a bird,
or the rising of the sun on a misty morning.
There they are, and they are beautiful.
~Pete Hamill

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As a bird soars high
In the free holding of the wind,
Clear of the certainty of the ground,
Opening the imagination of wings
Into the grace of emptiness
To fulfill new voyagings,
May your life awaken
To the call of its freedom.
~John O’Donohue

Now the Lord is Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. ~2 Corinthians 3:17  ✝

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