tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127113152024-03-23T13:50:19.827-04:00MountainWave TribeMountainWavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623938428173299081noreply@blogger.comBlogger1022125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12711315.post-86399401212884158962017-04-30T09:53:00.001-04:002017-04-30T10:23:13.018-04:00Striving toward wokeness<div>Pulling a book from the shelf, flip the pages to find some church for the day, I find this, a blessing by Jan L. Richardson that feels like a preparation, like setting the coordinates, tuning my instrument:</div><div><div><br></div><div>"May God send you</div><div>the messengers you most need.</div><div>May you abide</div><div>the work they come</div><div>to do in you:</div><div>the piercing, paring labor</div><div>of laying bare.</div><div>May you move</div><div>with freedom</div><div>in the direction of the path</div><div>the messengers</div><div>make within you.</div><div>May you walk</div><div>with desire and delight</div><div>along their welcoming way."</div><div><br></div><div>...and if their way is unwelcoming, </div><div>still, may we abide the work.</div><div><br></div><div>I think of my Self, my Work</div><div>...as a woman, as a white woman, as a mother and wife in a multi-racial family, as a Christian, as a follower of Buddhist psychology, as an ally of all religions that inspire us to Love One Another, as a therapist, as an Earth Mother/gardener/guardian of the sources of life around me, medicine woman, circle-maker, as a US citizen, as a voter locally and nationally, as a friend, as a sister and daughter, niece and granddaughter, as a neighbor, as one who is striving toward wokeness and knowing I have so very much to learn and do...</div></div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_5847_a377_2127_beb0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VMf90jWrvvk/WQXsSmxRP3I/AAAAAAAAEqY/ppz0fC41mNcl1qk3Hg_D8LIP5NHFUI1xgCHM/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"> <br></div><div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And the second and final blessing of my homemade, woman-made worship, again Jan L. Richardson:</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"May you go</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">into the complicated places</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">with courage</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">with wisdom</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">with the protection of God</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">who meets you there."</span></div></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Blessings to the week ahead and may we be woke to and abide the work that is ours to do. Thank you Messengers. </span></div>MountainWavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623938428173299081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12711315.post-37789525985438985232014-06-27T06:45:00.005-04:002014-06-27T06:45:55.802-04:00the birds told me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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5 years I think...<br />
I am awake, pleasantly so, with the birds singing the memory up from my mind, calling it forth from my heart as they do with the sun every day, loud and beautifully wild. Who are these birds singing to heaven today?<br />
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My dad died in the early morning and in that Holy Moment, the birds sang his soul right on up to heaven, loud and beautifully wild. It was the birds who told me this year, not the calendar. May it always be so. <br />
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I recognize you<br />
Everywhere<br />
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With my mind heart open, joining you in the many ways you show up to me, I walk into my day, June 27th, 2014. <br />
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MountainWavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623938428173299081noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12711315.post-52464982383378845902013-06-19T15:04:00.001-04:002013-06-19T15:04:48.905-04:00In the WeedsFrom that brief moment in time that found me waiting tables in Texas, I borrow a phrase. <i>In the weeds</i> refers to being so busy that tasks are piling up and if you don't ask for help, you'll start to have some problems (in a restaurant, a server is in the weeds when she/he has too many tables at once, people are starting to get antsy waiting for their xyz). Well, it's been a long long time since Texas but turns out this phenomena of being <i>in the weeds </i>followed me outta there. A predictable state if one considers that somehow in the past six months, I gave birth to and became a mother of twins AND graduated from a Masters program, and by somehow I mean I had amazing help and support from the Tribe, esp Leo, Mom, and Joyce and Georgia. <div>I'm realizing that this <i>in the weeds </i>business is a life lesson for me...specifically it is in the asking for help. It does not come natural but I am learning that it is a necessary part of living a healthy balanced love filled grace filled life. Often people rise to these occasions with such willingness that blessings flow into the relationship that would ordinarily not have as much opportunity to develop. Love is truly a verb. Needing others opens the door for them to share their gifts. It feels good to be needed, it feels good to give in a meaningful way. O, that I may remember this! And for those times that I ask and the answer is a disgruntled or pouty yes, or even a no...may I not be deterred, my lesson is in the asking. By asking, I am identifying and honoring my needs for balance and health. Oh the art of living...how simple and yet..</div><div>Blessings to the journey~</div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KDWuhksJ_qM/UcIAz2Hr8WI/AAAAAAAAEe8/E2ERj16wEjo/s640/blogger-image-954402015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KDWuhksJ_qM/UcIAz2Hr8WI/AAAAAAAAEe8/E2ERj16wEjo/s640/blogger-image-954402015.jpg"></a></div></div>MountainWavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623938428173299081noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12711315.post-83853299125042183812013-05-27T08:39:00.001-04:002013-05-27T08:40:13.343-04:00Stoking the Tribe Vibe<div><div><i>Leo and I were gifted a book on the occasion of becoming parents by a friend and Waldorf school teacher. I started it this morning (because I no longer have HOMEWORK and can once again experience the joy of reading whatever I want!) and this was the opening line: </i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">"As parents, we're the architects of our family's daily lives. We build a structure for those we love by what we choose to do together, and how we do it."</span><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br><div>-Kim John Payne, <i>Simplicity Parenting: Using the Extraordinary Power of Less to Raise Calmer, Happier, and More Secure Kids</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div>As our days unfold into the way we do life together as a new family, I am aware intuitively that less is more...that face time is better than screen time...that the sounds of spring peepers and wind blowing through the pines are beautiful and easily drowned out unless we are mindfully tuned into them. I'm looking forward to reading this book as food for thought as we strive to both create and allow a family life characterized by imagination, honoring natural rhythms, creativity, patience, stillness, music, reverence, joy, engagement. Tribe Vibe...stoking the tribe vibe.</div><div><br></div><div><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X92LXvn6M4o/UaNUBuQJsQI/AAAAAAAAEeo/HMSnodXboko/s640/blogger-image--1205479749.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X92LXvn6M4o/UaNUBuQJsQI/AAAAAAAAEeo/HMSnodXboko/s640/blogger-image--1205479749.jpg"></a></div><br></i></div></div></div></div>MountainWavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623938428173299081noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12711315.post-878923205554492062013-05-12T08:51:00.001-04:002013-05-12T08:53:46.664-04:00MorIt is Mothers Day, early morning. I am nursing my two babies to the gentlest of sounds--babies' breath and raindrops. It is my first Mothers Day as a mother. I have no words for how thankful I am for the honor of being Mama to these two and for the Grace of being a well-loved, nurtured, and respected daughter and grand-daughter which informs and inspires my every breath. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ir6liu5dn0U/UY-QQgbxNHI/AAAAAAAAEeI/1Ogqvs80dhM/s640/blogger-image-1519655371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ir6liu5dn0U/UY-QQgbxNHI/AAAAAAAAEeI/1Ogqvs80dhM/s640/blogger-image-1519655371.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dQUSdYQAWxo/UY-Q2eYQQUI/AAAAAAAAEeY/w7WUD1ZbAqE/s640/blogger-image-1229366196.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dQUSdYQAWxo/UY-Q2eYQQUI/AAAAAAAAEeY/w7WUD1ZbAqE/s640/blogger-image-1229366196.jpg" /></a></div>MountainWavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623938428173299081noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12711315.post-51145166928574006012013-02-17T12:10:00.000-05:002013-02-17T12:10:41.349-05:00It is so easy to confuse power and authority.<br />
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Authority belongs to those<br />
with the character, the wisdom and the compassion to command it.<br />
Power is only authority's cheap substitute,<br />
claimed on the basis of ascendancy<br />
and held only by virtue of force.<br />
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The world looks for authority<br />
and is too often kidnapped,<br />
hijacked or tricked by power.<br />
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Power lasts only as long as force lasts.<br />
The authority that comes<br />
with just being yourself<br />
lasts forever.<br />
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-Joan Chittister from <i><u>God Speaks in Many Tongues</u></i><br />
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<br />MountainWavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623938428173299081noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12711315.post-79095868760427579922013-02-12T07:57:00.001-05:002013-02-12T07:58:21.340-05:00Shrove TuesdayThe Lenten season is upon us. Today is what is known in my faith tradition as Shrove Tuesday (Fat Tuesday, Pancake Day) during which it is common practice to eat pancakes as a way to rid the house of excess eggs, butter, milk, etc in preparation for Lent. I love this season. From the Wednesday evening candlelit meditative services at my lil seaside church to yet another opportunity for self-reflection and ritual. I'm such a sucker for that combo! I haven't decided what my participation will be this year for Lent. Gonna chew on that with my side of pancakes today and see what comes...<br />
What can I give up that would help me show up to my family in a more present way? That's my question this year...<br />
And one of those moments is presenting itself right now...beside me in bed is the sweetest little peanut who I am about to snuggle up with...putting down the gadgets and joining into this moment with my child.<br />
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Blessings abound.<br />
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In your eyes, I see the doorway<br />
To a thousand churches.<br />
-Peter Gabriel<br />
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If the only prayer you say in your whole life is thank you, that will suffice. <br />
-Meister Eckhart<br />
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Nearing the end of this season of <i>growing on the inside, </i>people say funny things like, "I bet you're ready for those babies to come out!" And yes, I am excited to meet them, see them, smell them, snuggle them, and watch as they become more and more themselves, but I am very much content to remain in the day. This day of a great big round belly. I'm in love with the quiet intimacy of these babies having their beginning, their very first unfolding within me. I can feel each and every movement they make. I know they are safe and warm and cuddled by my very bones and tissues. I am in love with this day made all the more precious because of the impermanence of time. For at some moment very soon, these two little people will decide that it's time to join us on the outside. </div>
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It has been a long time coming, this pregnancy--these children very much desired. My husband and I have been supported from all sides from the tribe and beyond. It takes a village, it takes a tribe, to even have come this far. Each day has been a milestone, something to celebrate and behold with our complete presence and gratitude. </div>
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I once fell in love with a poem by Hafiz called Circles and I remember reading it and yearning for the day when my belly would be round and swollen with life. That day is today and while I move slow and rest often, and struggle to find clothes that stretch over this ever growing belly, I am the most blissed out, thankful pregnant woman I can possibly be. Today, I read this poem with the last line shining bright...for my husband, my babies, and I stand where we stand because we are surrounded by love and support from you, our Infinite Community of Light~</div>
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Ring the bells that can still ring.<br />
Forget your perfect offering.<br />
There is a crack in everything.<br />
That's how the light gets in.<br />
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Live in silence.<br />
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Imagining myself sitting in the middle of this groovin' pod of love and jam and soaking in some Good Vibrations. C'mon over here sister, brother, there's a sweet little spot just for you right here....Big love, deep peace, all we have is this moment. Let's spend it being thankful for the abundance of blessings that surround us...</div>
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In peace, I speak with you.<br />
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In peace, I call you sister brother</div>
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In peace, we stand together</div>
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<br />MountainWavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623938428173299081noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12711315.post-86836478573684662632012-04-10T07:00:00.002-04:002012-04-10T07:58:49.520-04:00<div>Two things that, as my day unfolded yesterday, I thought important to add to yesterdays post:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. I want to acknowledge that it is not <i>easy</i> to be in relationship with some people. It can be hard work, just to be present sometimes. </div><div><br /></div><div>and</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Just as we choose to recognize the challenging situations and personalities that are in our lives as potential teachings and teachers, it is very important that we hold <i>ourselves</i> in a position of respect and of love. Discerning what that looks like and sounds like is sometimes hard. At least for me. When attacked by someone that is hurting, what is the most loving response...to them and to yourself? How can both people be lifted Higher in such a situation? It's hard to know what to say and what to do sometimes. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday was a particularly prickly day in the life of the woman I described to you in the previous post and her negativity was directed at me, which is not common. It was harder work than normal because I had to discern constantly how to remain present to her whilst protecting and honoring myself. I looked her in the eye, with love and hurt, and said, "No. Not ok." I confronted her several times in the span of a few hours which was exhausting but important. She matters. And I matter too. </div><div><br /></div><div>Relationships with people who are really hurt, or who, for other reasons behave in ways that push people away when what they need is to be enfolded with acceptance and love, are hard. It is easier not to be in these relationships in fact. And sometimes, for some people, not having contact<i> is</i> the healthiest choice. But for those difficult relationships that we are called to sustain, it is a delicate and holy balance. An art, really. </div><div><br /></div><div>Fumbling and falling and striving towards grace, with love in every step.</div><div><br /></div><div>Peace to your day~</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>MountainWavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623938428173299081noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12711315.post-66754395106830834312012-04-09T08:21:00.005-04:002012-04-09T09:28:03.019-04:00<div>I spend time with someone who has many years under her belt and who, over those years, has worn deep groves in the field of her mind. These little cognitive pathways create a picture of reality for her each and every day that is colored by negativity and lacking. Habits of thought. We all develop our own patterns, consciously and subconsciously. Each morning she wakes and counts her ills. Each afternoon she reflects on what a horrible morning its been and what a dreadful day it is being. And I stand with her, keeping vigil for the light within her for it is there and it glimmers from time to time. And I shine my own, and perhaps it is brighter for the dark. I tell you...there's nothing that makes me more aware of the importance of our thoughts and the cognitive grooves we create over time in our minds, than spending time with her. </div><div><br /></div><div>The other day, I was feeling a little overwhelmed. Needs were poking out from every which way, dust bunnies, the clothes, spring weeds, school deadlines, the tending of precious ones, including myself. And my experience with the woman afore-described spirited me into reframing my reality into a less distorted vision. The weeds, yes, and always they will be. And what beckons me as readily to the garden to dig my fingers into the dirt? Shun not what beckons you toward that which you love...weeds. And deadlines. In these days, only they can bring me to the day of accomplishment and on to new beginnings. </div><div><br /></div><div>Those challenging personalities in our lives teach us about ourselves, give us practice stoking our Light ever brighter, inspire us to cultivate with greater mindfulness the field of our minds. </div><div><br /></div><div>---</div><div><br /></div><div>A blessing by Jan L. Richarson:</div><div><br /></div>That you may have<div>the wisdom to know the story</div><div>to which God calls you,</div><div>the power to pursue it,</div><div>the courage to abide its mysteries,</div><div>and love in every step.</div><div><br /></div><div>---</div><div><br /></div><div>...walking out the door...love in every step.</div><div><br /></div><div>Blessings to this day.</div><div><br /></div>MountainWavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623938428173299081noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12711315.post-90476925442109653772012-03-11T17:09:00.003-04:002012-03-11T17:18:56.699-04:00<div><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMxU-HwmbXM/T10VPHQDDeI/AAAAAAAAEZw/12vqOsI81ew/s1600/IMG_0045.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMxU-HwmbXM/T10VPHQDDeI/AAAAAAAAEZw/12vqOsI81ew/s400/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718750451218976226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>MountainWavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623938428173299081noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12711315.post-15599848284079748362012-02-14T09:03:00.003-05:002012-02-14T09:13:46.268-05:00happy LOVE day<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mDhbsfLYB6E/Tzpp1GLwIFI/AAAAAAAAEZg/cfBFB6-ruFI/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mDhbsfLYB6E/Tzpp1GLwIFI/AAAAAAAAEZg/cfBFB6-ruFI/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708991838559412306" /></a><br /><div>Valentines Day is here and while much of the focus of this day is on the romantic vibe of lovers (and what a magical thing that is), there is one area of "loving" that oft gets short changed and I believe it is the basis for the quality of our very lives.</div><div><br /></div><div>We are all on the journey of learning to love and accept ourselves unconditionally and today is the perfect opportunity to practice... </div><div><br /></div><div>Be kind and gentle in your self-talk today, </div><div>do something to nurture yourself, </div><div>remind yourself that you are a beautiful and important Light in this good world...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>MountainWavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623938428173299081noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12711315.post-37453024542906477282012-01-29T08:25:00.013-05:002012-01-31T16:34:46.863-05:00reaching out beyond ourselvesIt is by reaching out beyond ourselves and connecting with the other generations that we begin to know our place at the sacred circle. <div><br /></div><div>My grandparents live far away and in the age of Twitter feeds and a million apps, I remain awed and thankful for the miracle of the telephone for it is the way I remain connected to the every-day reality of my grandparents lives, and they mine. <div><br /><div>My grandfather, whose voice and body are clutched by the grips of Parkinsons' disease, persists with patient grace. I myself have learned to be patient, to allow the phone to ring nine times, ten times, and then once he answers, to wait as he positions himself and readies his voice for speaking. Not as many words are spoken, less like chatter and more like poetry and oh how it feeds me. My grandmother, each and every time I call, responds the same way, "What a wonnnnnnderful surprise!" as if we haven't spoken in years. I love that. It feels good to be so welcomed, so embraced. The very timbre of their voices are part of the home of my heart. </div><div><br /></div><div>There is something powerful and necessary that happens as we reach beyond ourselves to the other generations, both to the elder ones, as well to the younger ones. </div><div><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iBWrje-rAvk/TyVnvKsGpuI/AAAAAAAAEYw/3eIcch6NnJ0/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iBWrje-rAvk/TyVnvKsGpuI/AAAAAAAAEYw/3eIcch6NnJ0/s400/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703078563155453666" /></a>For it is in our reaching that we are stretched into a deeper humility, a quieter reverence, and an understanding of where it is we fit in the tribal landscape.</div><div><br /><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TB49HLQIcOE/TyVn5wHDeoI/AAAAAAAAEY8/3hAKtdykZLU/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TB49HLQIcOE/TyVn5wHDeoI/AAAAAAAAEY8/3hAKtdykZLU/s400/DSC_0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703078744999295618" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jo0X1TRF350/TyVoC1eSS1I/AAAAAAAAEZI/O9DHDZq0EhU/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jo0X1TRF350/TyVoC1eSS1I/AAAAAAAAEZI/O9DHDZq0EhU/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703078901057735506" /></a>And over time we realize that it is in fact our very reaching for one another that forms the sacred circle.</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M-HEeqhkQ1k/TyVvJt7KcWI/AAAAAAAAEZU/PjHG_UX7T9Y/s1600/DSC_0012.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M-HEeqhkQ1k/TyVvJt7KcWI/AAAAAAAAEZU/PjHG_UX7T9Y/s400/DSC_0012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703086715871850850" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div>MountainWavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623938428173299081noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12711315.post-2788552524673209012012-01-23T07:34:00.003-05:002012-01-23T08:07:00.939-05:00a harp in the subway<div><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6SGt28qZL4/Tx1WorJYPmI/AAAAAAAAEX8/nJVu_tVsUaQ/s1600/DSC_0187.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6SGt28qZL4/Tx1WorJYPmI/AAAAAAAAEX8/nJVu_tVsUaQ/s400/DSC_0187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700807960097734242" /></a>Frederick Buechner writes, "The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world's deep hunger meet."<div><br /></div><div>and so it is that he plays in the subway...</div><div>and so it is that she gives good hugs...</div><div>and so it is that you smile at strangers...</div><div>and so it is that I see your Light and smile back...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>MountainWavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623938428173299081noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12711315.post-16354747498317609192012-01-21T22:39:00.002-05:002012-01-21T22:43:05.055-05:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hluH7l-ip6w/TxuFhDZZVDI/AAAAAAAAEXw/76Z54OkglgY/s1600/0.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hluH7l-ip6w/TxuFhDZZVDI/AAAAAAAAEXw/76Z54OkglgY/s400/0.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700296556261495858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">peace</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>MountainWavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623938428173299081noreply@blogger.com0