"I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us." Annie Lamott
The Color Green
And the moon is a sliver of silver Like a shaving that fell on the floor of a Carpenter's shop And every house must have it's builder And I awoke in the house of God Where the windows are mornings and evenings Stretched from the sun Across the sky north to south And on my way to early meeting I heard the rocks crying out I heard the rocks crying out
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise
And the wrens have returned and they're nesting In the hollow of that oak where his heart once had been And he lifts up his arms in a blessing for being born again And the streams are all swollen with winter Winter unfrozen and free to run away now And I'm amazed when I remember Who it was that built this house And with the rocks I cry out
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made Blue for the sky and the color green
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise
Rich Mullins - who took me out of a dark place once!
Annie Dillard said: “I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wondering awed about on a splintered wreck I've come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them...”
“As a life's work, I would remember everything - everything, against loss. I would go through life like a plankton net."
Curiously, loss is gain.
"In nature I find grace tangled in a rapture with violence.... Watch and see and become entangled with mystery.’ A. Dillard
I simply do not know how to properly explain grace....I am learning how to receive it. Grace flows downhill.
I would have written of me on my stone; I had a lover's quarrel with the world. Robert Frost
So much talk about love. So much talk about forgiveness. So much talk. Let my words be few. Let me do.
The care of the Earth is our most ancient and most worthy, and after all our most pleasing responsibility. To cherish what remains of it and to foster its renewal is our only hope. -Wendell Berry
The question before me, now that I am old, is not how to be dead, which I know from enough practice, but how to be alive, as these worn hills still tell, and some paintings of Paul Cezanne, and this mere singing wren, who thinks he's alive forever, this instant, and may be.
Wendell Berry
To my God: Take me to you, imprison me, for I, Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. John Donne Holy Sonnet XIV
The healing of our present woundedness may lie in recognizing and reclaiming the capacity we all have to heal each other, the enormous power in the simplest of human relationships, the strength of touch, the blessing of forgiveness, the grace of someone else taking you as you are and finding in you an unexpected goodness.
--Rachel Naomi Remen
"I cannot find language of sufficient energy to convey my sense of the sacredness of integrity."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Regarding Time:
"...a ripple of wind comes down from the woods and across the clearing toward us. We see a wave of shadow and gloss, where the short grass bends and the cottage eaves tremble. It hits us in the back. It is a single gust, a sport, a rogue breeze out of the north . . . Fall! Who authorized this intrusion? Stop or I’ll shoot. It is an entirely misplaced air -- fail, that I have utterly forgotten, that could be here again, another fall, and here it is only July. I thought I was younger and would have more time. The breeze just crosses the river then blackens the water where it passes, like a finger closing slats "
Annie Dillard
I long for a world where the "rich have not too much and the poor have enough"....Paul of Tarsus
The Sin Of Omission
(Margaret E. Sangster)
It isn't the thing you do, dear;
It's the thing you leave undone,
That gives you a bit of heartache
At setting of the sun.
The tender word forgotten,
The letter you did not write,
The flowers you did not send, dear,
Are your haunting ghosts to-night.
The stone you might have lifted
Out of a brother's way,
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch of the hand, dear,
The gentle and winsome tone,
Which you had no time nor thought for,
With troubles enough of your own.
Those little acts of kindness,
So easily out of mind;
Those chances to be angels
Which every one may find --
They come in night and silence --
Each chill, reproachful wraith --
When hope is faint and flagging
And a blight has dropped on faith.
For life is all too short, dear,
And sorrow is all too great;
To suffer our slow compassion
That tarries until too late;
And it's not the thing you do, dear,
It's the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.
Love
Although i speak in tongues Of men and angels I'm just sounding brass And tinkling cymbals without love--
Love suffers long-- Love is kind!-- Enduring all things-- Love has no evil in mind
If i had the gift of prophecy-- And all the knowledge-- And the faith to move the mountains Even if i understood all of the mysteries-- If i didn't have love I'd be nothing
Love--never looks for love-- Love's not puffed up-- Or envious-- Or touchy-- Because it rejoices in the truth Not in iniquity Love sees like a child sees
As a child i spoke as a child-- I thought and i understood as a child-- But when i became a woman-- I put away childish things And began to see through a glass darkly
Where, as a child, i saw it face to face Now, i only know it in part Fractions in me Of faith and hope and love And of these great three Love's the greatest beauty Love
Joni Mitchell (I Corinthians 13 paraphrased)
Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves. ~Henry David Thoreau
All who wander are not lost! unknown
I am simply fascinated with the Emperor penguin! What a creature! I learn something of love, devotion, community, and tenacity from these creatures!
"I would give my entire life's work for one good conversation." Giacometti
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This is becoming a habit of mine - but not a bad habit I must say. Especially this morning when I have a sneaky feeling you may need a hug. Take care, my dear Rachel, you are precious and this hug is intended to tell you that.
Rachel, did I ever tell you that you are a wonderful woman. In case I didn't let me tell you now. You are a wonderful woman - and so attractive too. Have a great day. Love and hugs always....
Good morning, Rachel. I know you are probably still asleep - but when you wake let me be the first to greet you. Have a wonderful day - it is Sunday and a day to rest.
Dearest Rachel, Let the tranquility of the sea fill your soul and give you rest. I want you to know I am always thinking of you Thank you for being a very special and dear friend.
Rachel H. To the one who deleted his/her profile after being so mean
To the mean person who commented on my photo. You are a coward. LOL! Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Please do not disturb the peace. The birds love me as I am. And so do my real friends.