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Saturday, February 23, 2013

superstar...

"Long ago, and oh so far away.  I fell in love with you..."
 
 


 

Friday, February 22, 2013

because love is all there is...

"Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair."

-G.K. Chesterton



“Some day, after we have mastered the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity,
we shall harness for God the energies of love.
  Then for the second time in
the history of the world, we will have discovered fire.”
― Pierre Teilhard de Chardin


the boll weevil had a birthday...

Actually, she had one in November.  Perfect number seven she is.  The Scorpio is spinning.  Why not celebrate for the rest of the year?  Why not, it's a big one!  One of those moments you savor.  The girl is a late bloomer.  That is for sure.  Took her quite a while to get her voice. They say that everything works out at just the right time.  So, the birthday list...it's the thing dreams are made of.  Scotland and Ireland, the Tiffany blue wallet, gotta, wanna have those Philip Simmons' charms, Grill 225, boots, boots, boots.  Can a girl ever have too many?  Don't tell.  She'd trade it all in for that cup of coffee.  And the girl doesn't even love coffee.

The Boll Weevil had a birthday.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

i've got a horseshoe stuck up my butt...


  • The Universe conspires to give me my heart's desire.
  • I'm lucky.
  • Everything always works out for me.
  • It's smooth sailing on The Edge. 
  • It happened at just the right time. 
  • All the right people show up when I need them. 
  • Dreams do come true. 
  • My life is full of light and endless love. 
  • It's all effortless. 
  • It was worth the wait. 
  • Money cometh.
  • Who could have imagined it would be this good? 
  • I just show up, and the magic happens. 
  • Smiles heal broken hearts. 
  • I live in gratitude. 
  • Chance meetings change lives. 
  • It's all good. 
  • "A merry heart doeth good like a medicine." 
  • Belly laughs erase wrinkles. 
  • Lucky me wins the big prize. 
  • Nobody does it better.
  • I'm worth it! 
  • I am happy. 
  • The best is yet to be. 


"To offer no resistance to life is to be in a state of grace, ease, and lightness. This state is then no longer dependent upon things being in a certain way, good or bad. It seems almost paradoxical, yet when your inner dependency on form is gone, the general conditions of your life, the outer forms, tend to improve greatly. Things, people, or conditions that you thought you needed for your happiness now come to you with no struggle or effort on your part, and you are free to enjoy and appreciate them. Life flows with ease." 
- Eckhart Tolle




"there are years that ask questions and years that answer..." Zora Neale Hurston

It is a difficult thing to live with the questions...even more difficult to recognize the answers when they finally arrive.  I'm not into drugs and not much of a drinker, but I'm surprised to learn that I've lived on a healthy dose of the drug denial.   Akin to living in denial is a subtle second-guessing of every decision, every action, an every day wondering...will it work out, did I do the right thing, is this possible?  When I finally realized that the mistakes (lessons) I have made were the wholesale blunders fashioned out of a refusal to listen to my inner voice, my gut, my soul, my intuition, the holy within, I leapt out of the gate like a thoroughbred sweating for the wire, feeling the wind in my face.  Accepting total responsibility for one's life, good or bad, is a fearsome thing.  It's the dragon that breathes fire.  It's the gentle rain that massages the earth into giving forth its bounty. It energizes and terrorizes all once.  It. Is. The. Ultimate. Question.


"You cannot get sick enough to help sick people get better. You cannot get poor enough to help poor people thrive. It is only in your thriving that you have anything to offer anyone. If you're wanting to be of an advantage to others, be as tapped in, turned in, turned on as you can possibly be."   Esther Abraham-Hicks

 

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

living between the edges...

I live on a small island between the ever pulsing Atlantic and the mysterious Carolina marsh.  I have been thinking lately about what it means, physically and metaphorically, to live between the edges.  When I think about the recent horrors and the gunning down of innoccent children in Newtown, it strikes me that many times we (me) hide behind layers of protection...refusing to step forward to the front lines and bear the brunt of taking a stand.  We choose silence, which, in effect, is the same as being the problem.  After all, who would choose to be bullied for being the voice of the voiceless; the mender of the broken heart; the one who dries the tears of the dejected?  I yearn to speak my truth.  I want my voice to be heard but, like others, it is easy for me to hide behind the front lines.  I always say that I am a behind-the-scenes type person, but it is time now for all of us (me) to decide to do the right thing.  Because don't we always know what that is?  But to take a stand sets us apart from the status quo, our peer group, and regional views.  It forces moral growth.  It will inevitably alienate family, co-workers, church members, and friends.  So, we abdicate and choose to live between the edges-refusing to answer the call to courage.  And that call to courage for any soul is to live out its purpose; to speak its truth?

“Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
  Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
William Butler Yeats

  

Sunday, February 10, 2013

once in a very blue moon...and to the god of second chances...

“Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, ‘Stay awhile.’
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, ‘It’s simple,’ they say,
‘and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.’”


 Mary Oliver “When I Am Among The Trees”