I'm excited about who I really am!

I'm excited about who I really am!

     No, I didn't just find out

     I am Bill Gate's daughter,

     or win a prize,

     or graduate with honors;

It's much more subtle than that.

I found out, well,

there are no words to express it.

I found out I am happiness

     through and through,

     except when I forget it.

    

I found out I can love

     more and more

          and more and more

                     and more.

Yes, there are no words;

     and I am eternally grateful:

     Grateful that I,

     Grateful that I am that I am,

     Grateful I am that,

Grateful I am God's Love Shining.

                   ~ Diane Shavelson

Al Franken On God

Always Remember

always
remember
who you
really
are.
sit...
... wait
for "instructions."

Ocean of Faith

New Words, New Worlds pt 3

Robert Frost - Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.   

His house is in the village though;   

He will not see me stopping here   

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.

Can You Remember

I have arrived

Glenn Matson Remembered

I knew Glenn Matson for 40 years. He was my best friend. Recently found this photograph taken at Peet's Coffee near Lake Shore in Oakland, California. We maintained contact everyday by phone; even during his yearly travels across the country from California to his summer home base in Minnesota. He was a man of few words, but deep spirituality. Many people where influenced by him. He passed away last year on January 8th, 2017. He was in his eighty's  Still saying goodbye. 

Life Is A Mystery To Be Lived

Life is a mystery to be lived. 
Day by day, the task is to 
stay awake to this present moment. 
Be quiet inside - and notice 
the "sound of stillness". 
Be at peace.  
Now, now, now ...

Eric Burdon and The Animals - Sky Pilot [Video original]

Original https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BP0IXOr9O8U  

Real Philosophy

Vast Unknown

Most of life is spent discovering where we are. It’s not easy - parents try to tell us, but we don’t listen. Of course we are is always “here” in this vast universe of details and mystery.

Years pass, our focus changes. When we were a babies, the focus is mother. Later the focus begins to slowly shift to wisdom in preparation for our demise. When young we are building up our life story; when old, letting go. We prepare for the end of the story. Many poor souls continue to hold onto to youth as hair grows gray and muscles weaken. Nature will take us back to the earth. Dust to dust.

Life is mystery presenting the “unknown” to us.

The Second Coming

The Second Coming
by William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre   
The falcon cannot hear the falconer; 
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; 
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, 
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   
The ceremony of innocence is drowned; 
The best lack all conviction, while the worst   
Are full of passionate intensity. 

Surely some revelation is at hand; 
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.   
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out   
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi 
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert   
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,   
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,   
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it   
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.   
The darkness drops again; but now I know   
That twenty centuries of stony sleep 
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,   
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? 

Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats (1989)

"Expression" Americ + Red Cardinal + Jw

Writing and Speaking

Spontaneous Mindfulness

Impermanence

turning around

turning around the
world so easy babbling
free in time's eternity
moving here and there
singing of places long gone 

Gold. Seriously, it will change your entire day

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