Monday, July 17, 2017

Sweet Dreams~

It felt wonderful to come back here...it's been a very long time.  I now have you bookmarked so I can return at will.  I am hoping that a door has opened and that I begin to flow in this very private, quiet space that is all mine.  Sweetest of dreams and thank you <3 p="">

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Home~Little Miss Mustard Seed

Hi Marion~
I've chatted with you here many times and again! WoW and Congratulations to you and your family.  I am a Minnesota girl, born, raised, and one month ago followed our dream to move to Colorado~ I adore lush, green, warm, beautiful Minnesota.  I always call it "My Minnesota."  I visit Oronoco and Rochester Gold Rush Days and the MANY shops all over our state~ you will be in nirvana.  One of my besties lives in Rochester, and I've had the Mayo Clinic experience as well.  Enjoy all of it.  What an adventure, maybe you are replacing me in "My Minnesota."  Best wishes to you and yours, and may your husband's work be in God's hands.  Minnesota always provides a warm welcome~ the winters are beautiful, go to the North Shore of Lake Superior as soon as you can :). Soak it all in~. I miss My Minnesota home and I am embracing my new Colorado home~
Stay well, travel safe~ Cynthia

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

The Sway of it All~

THE SWAY OF IT ALL
by Mark Nepo

And so I lift my face from the mud,
the mud of my past, the mud of history,
the thick and ragged bark of how we
think everyone but our own darkness
is the enemy, I lift my face like a worn
planet spinning on itself to get back
into the light, to say to no one, to
everyone—it is an honor to be alive.

And some days I feel like I've got my face in the mud, regretful of an action of my own or anothers...some days that mud feels like home~ otherwise,  I feel it's a great honor to be alive. clj

Thursday, May 5, 2016

To be alive is power enough!

To be alive is power,
Existing in itself,
Without a further function,
Omnipotence enough.
--Emily Dickinson

Being a person in this world is an amazing gift. A spiritual awakening promised by this program is open to us. But today, not all of us feel powerful and alive. We may feel weak, inadequate to our task, perplexed, or stymied. Is this a day in which we are filled with exuberance for the gift of life? Or is this a day when we're feeling subdued by life's burdens?

Perhaps we need to evaluate our perspective. Are we trying to control something or someone? Are we acting as if the world should be as we want rather than as it is? Have our individual wills exceeded their natural bounds and spoiled the simple joy of being "without a further function"?

May I find the pleasure and exuberance today that come with being alive. The simple power to be a person is "omnipotence enough."



Sunday, April 10, 2016

When BABIES don't come home : ( (Katie's friends)

In Christ Alone
In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev'ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow'r of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Sounds to the Season!!

Today's thought from the Hazelden Betty Ford Foundation is:

There are sounds to seasons. There are sounds to places, and there are sounds to every time in one's life.
--Alison Wyrley Birch

Live is rich and full. Your life. My life. Even when the day feels flat or hollow, there's a richness to it that escapes our attention. We see only what we choose to see. We hear selectively, too. Our prejudgment precludes our getting the full effects of any experience. Some days we hear only the drum of the humdrum.

But the greater our faith in the program and a loving God, the clearer our perceptions become. We miss less of the day's events; we grow in our understanding of our unfolding, and we perceive with clarity the role others are playing in our lives.

We can see life as a concert in progress when we transcend our own narrow scope and appreciate the variety of people and situations all directed toward the same finale. The more we're in tune with the spiritual activity surrounding us, the more harmoniously we will be able to perform our parts.

I will listen to the music of today. I will get in tune, in rhythm. I am needed for the concert's beauty.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

The Train by Jean Turbeville Sanders

I adore this~

THE TRAIN: At birth we boarded the train and met our parents, and we believe they will always travel by our side. As time goes by, other people will board the train; and they will be significant i.e. our siblings, friends, children, and even the love of your life. However, at some station our parents will step down from the train, leaving us on this journey alone. Others will step down over time and leave a permanent vacuum. Some, however, will go so unnoticed that we don't realize they vacated their seats. This train ride will be full of joy, sorrow, fantasy, expectations, hellos, goodbyes, and farewells. Success consists of having a good relationship with all passengers requiring that we give the best of ourselves.

The mystery to everyone is: We do not know at which station we ourselves will step down. So, we must live in the best way, love, forgive, and offer the best of who we are. It is important to do this because when the time comes for us to step down and leave our seat empty we should leave behind beautiful memories for those who will continue to travel on the train of life.

I wish you a joyful journey.

Jean Turbeville Sanders