For me, a landscape does not exist in its own right,
since its appearance changes at every moment;
but the surrounding atmosphere brings it to life –
the light and the air which vary continually.
For me, it is only the surrounding atmosphere
which gives subjects their true value.
All things in the natural world drink in sunlight, and they are affected by it a number of ways. When the sun’s warmth touches skin, it creates a pleasant sensation. On cold days that pleasurable feeling seems to sink down into the depths of human flesh; deeper and deeper it settles until it reaches places normally untouched by sunlight. Flesh and spirit drink in other light too. They take in “the light of God and energy itself” so that in an often cold and lonely, dark world the inner flame of our sacred origin keeps the glow of the eternal alive.
In the temple of my inner being,
in the temple of my body,
in the temple of earth, sea, and sky,
in the great temple of the universe
I look for the light that was in the beginning,
the mighty fire that blazes still from the heart of life,
glowing in the whiteness of the moon,
glistening in night stars,
hidden in the black earth,
concealed in unknown depths of my soul.
In the darkness of the night,
in the shadow of my being, O God,
let me glimpse the eternal.
In both the light and the shadows of my being
let me glimpse the glow of the eternal.
From SOUNDS OF THE ETERNAL
by J. Philip Newell
When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” ~John 8:12 ✝
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The riches that are
in the heart cannot be stolen.
May the God of your days and the dawn awaken you.
May the God of the rising sun stir you up.
May the God of the morning bless the work of your hands.
May the God of noontime renew your strength and energy.
May the God of the sunset bring you safely back home.
May the God of the dusk soothe your flesh and soul.
May the God of the night bring you peaceful rest.
-An edited adaptation of a blessing for the day
by Andrew Greeley
Blessed are those You choose and bring near to live in Your courts! We are filled with the good things of Your house, of Your holy temple. ~Psalm 65:4 ✝
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I’m late, I’m late, I’m late for a very important date. Can’t stop to say hello, goodbye, I’m late, I’m late, I’m late. So like the white rabbit in Alice of Wonderland am I tonight. My husband’s and mine and our daughter’s and our grandsons all have birthdays in October. So since they moved it’s impossible to make that 12 hour drive that many times in one month. And we could and would fly but James hates to fly! So we usually pick a date and either they come here or we go there for a one celebration for all, and the plan for this year was that we would go next weekend. But my daughter texted this week and asked us if we could come at the beginning of the week which normally is not a problem, but I’ve been so busy and I thought I could get it all done and be ready. But here I am with some things still undone and we have to leave at 6 AM in the morning. I don’t have a laptop and so I have to rely on my phone to do things on my blog. I’ve gotten enough drafts created this evening to post some things every day as usual. The problem will come when trying to read all your posts and answer comments. So please forgive me if I fall short of the mark until we get back. I pray all of you have a great start to your week. Love, hugs, and blessings, Natalie
She is more attentive
She sticks like late season honey to the insides of my fever dream
A purple moth with nectarine probiscis
She hears my chest rise and fall
Like carefully tilted chess pieces
Will release balance and find
Greater purchase in uneven defeat
I remain undefeated
As if by whim
A last horrah
Like a Rosy cheeked girl with retrouse buttocks
Tips her mirth at the crowd
Who in unisen rise
Fat, thin, butter fingered and pianist
To cheer her abandon
As I turn my hot cheeks your way
Facing one another in the skeleton of dawn
I see your need of me
So insate and thundering
And though selfish mayhaps
I spent much time unraveling
Yet I remain
Stubborn and glassy eyed
A drunk patient of witchery
Somebody without many pockets
Containing Combs and honey
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Today, the tiniest gesture — a smile, a gentle look, a simple pat on the arm, a soft word — can change a person’s life.
Before this very day is out, you are going to have a chance to live in that possibility.
See what this day brings you.
And be ready.
Someone is waiting for that smile, that look, that gesture from you.
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“This plant represents what’s happening inside of you.
The world, like the soil, is cold and dark—layered with a history of destruction and death.
You were planted in this world to rise above it.
Do you not see?
The very existence of this darkness gives you the opportunity to become a light to the world.”
~ Seth Adam Smith
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