God walks with bare feet

Leaves His sandals on my step

Knowing He’ll make dew

 

 

Hi all,

It’s been a stressful week, no?  Here’s a poem to help you gain perspective. Another one of my favorites. You may know it, and if you do, you already know it is wonderful. If not, you are about to have the distinct pleasure of reading something absolutely remarkable for the first time, which is always the best.

Cheers ~D

 

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,
even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrman

 

(c) Max Ehrman 1926

This is an older post that I feel compelled to resurrect today as I read the wonderful words of kindness, gratitude and humility that are spilling across the pages of the wonderful blogs I visit. Thank you for reminding me that it is the little things that matter and are the most powerful–the thank yous, the anonymous visits, the smile in the eyes of a child, the crash of a wave on the shore, the gentle breeze, one kind word. Kindness is all around us if we only choose to see it.

 

 gratitude

 

one single taproot grows the tree

one silent ripple rocks the sea

and lonesome does our one moon stand

yet lulls the water to the sand

 

a breath of wind, of humble power

gives flight to seed to grow the flower

and one stone more will part the stream

when hopeless did the passing seem

 

it seems we notice one subtracted-

a moment spent, one word retracted

unconscious of  ethereal  kindness

we walk the shore in partial blindness….

 

The might of one we fail to see

when cloaked in sweet simplicity

Hi everyone!

We’re back from vacation and I am trying to get back into the swing of things, so I thought I’d pose a question for discussion to get my fingers warmed up.

I’ve always believed that things “happen for a reason,” and that no coincidence is meaningless or entirely random. Over the years I’ve experienced many coincidences that seem to have shaped the path of my life, or validated a path I was considering. Some are “big” and some are “little,” but I always try to figure out the meaning behind them. For example, as many of you know I’ve been thinking about my grandmother (the subject of “Camelot”). We called her “Nanny” or “Nan,” which in my experience is a rather rare term. In any event, while strolling the boardwalk recalling memories of my childhood, a man caught my eye. He had a tattoo on his arm with the word “Nanny” above a cross and two dates–one of them being my birthday. Later during the week, we went boating, and my husband helped a man anchor his boat. They chatted for a bit, and it turned out the man and my father shared the same name.

How about you? What do you think about coincidences? Are they completely random, or evidence of a greater orchestrating power? Have any altered the course of your life?

Do tell!

A revision of a previous post that has been bugging me. The original had comments so it seemed proper “blog etiquette” to post as new.

 

Twilight taught her children

 it is natural to diverge

and to stray from Light

for darkness comes

each day, at Heaven’s urge

and although she seems foreboding,

shifting paths ahead unclear,

it is in this slow defeat of light

she sighs rebirth is near

 

She showed how the bloom would wither–

petals fall and float away,

if not for the Night

who grants reprieve

and tends to wounds of Day;

and how withered blooms surrender

when their use outlives their form–

but she vowed to us that Day would bring

a stronger Promise born

 

Then she bowed her head to Venus

and she slipped away, unseen…

knowing she had served us well

at places in-between.

 

 

 

One

glimmer

a spark

  Point blank        kills the Dark

now I see

this battle

is over

but the

war

has

Just

begun

 

I took a wrong turn today

Down a new road.

No–not wrong, really—

Just different, and not new,

Really—just new for me.

Clearly others have taken this turn for ages.

It has all of the familiar markings of a road

Well traveled. I suppose I was feeling

A bit adventurous, maybe? Or maybe,

A bit hopeless?  I’m not sure, sometimes

They are one and the same feeling.

Or maybe it was just that

I knew at some point I would need to find

Another school I was told is down this road

Because my daughters will go there

Eventually. I guess it doesn’t matter

How or why I got there.  Anyway,

It was a good turn because it made me

Realize my world really isn’t

So big and complicated

And home is closer than I thought.