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the shortest path

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

the shortest path

sometimes the shortest path
is the longest journey.
           by doris

Nothing

Nothing

It is better to intuit nothing
than to know everything
           by doris

Guide posts

Here are two fellows that were given to me by a shopkeeper in Maine. I don't know their names, but they sit on my coffee table and gaze knowingly as a constant reminder of their presence. In fact, in this room there are many guides and representations of helpful spirits. In the busy buzz of life, it is nice to have a quiet space to sit with your guides and have a conversation. I am remembering to do so more and more. And, as I sit here in my in a distant room in sunny Florida, I feel connected to them, patiently waiting in my room of statues back at home.

Remembering to remember:

Relish the chaos, within and without
Cherish the uncertainty (it means I'm alive and aware)
Treasure the moment
Rejoice in knowing
True Self is here
With love

IF UNCONDITIONAL LOVE IS AN IMAGE WHAT WHAT WOULD IT BE

1.  St. Francis of Assissi
2. a baby
3. my dog
4. Jesus

#3 What might healing the wound of forgetting change in my life, outer and inner world?

Those sore place, those catches, the things that hurt inside of me, may lose some of the power to stop me in my tracks or even force me backwards. I may be able to move forward without so much fear of having those buttons pushed when I least expect them. More importantly, those buttons may not get pushed when I MOST expect them. In the inner world, I believe I’ll be able to open up more in my fiction to emotional things that still frighten me.

Kari

PS: I was reading these to my husband Jason, and he said fiction is a button pushing simulation, a safe way to have those buttons pushed and maybe find a different way to react. Wow, do I love that! I think I've been doing that for years unconsciously. What might happen if I do that consciously from time to time???

Ordinary

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Ordinary

All right, so today is Sunday
around 9:30 I did my cp
which was of course bombarded
with thoughts - i'm so tired of thoughts
that I don't even want to think of them.

that makes a lot of sense, right?

well, i finished the c.p. and i was going
to go to the 11 o'clock mass and I wanted
to take a shower - well, the shower was
occupied - so I didn't get to take a shower.

waiting for the shower I laid on the bed
and I thought to myself --- I'm so ordinary
that it is pathetic.  i'll never be anything but
ordinary.   even my love for god is ordinary.
no fireworks in that department.

so, i said, well, i'm going to go to mass shower or no
shower.  so, I changed my clothes, got dressed and
off john and i went.

we made church just as theyare singing the opening hymn.

love this church.  love looking at the people.
anyway the priest was funny.  had a few funny jokes,
really, he did.

then he started talking about the gospel.

guess what it was about - ordinary -
being ordinary -
well, my ears picked up.

when christ started preaching his message,
people listenend and were interested in what
he had to say - until they realized who he was.

Isn't this Jesus?
Isn't he the son of the carpenter Joseph?

for 30 years he lived in their midst
an ordinary life, nothing out of the ordinary about him

helped his father
helped his mother
went to synagogue

but now
he was so ordinary that now the pharisees
sought to take his life.

it is kind of hard to believe that someone
so ordinary could have such a message.

so now ordinary doesn't sound so bad.
maybe there is something to it after all.
and ordinary aint so bad.

I just wish it had a little more pazzaz.

seeeee ya



i just wish it had a little pazzaz.

A List

The Hermitage

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

A List

 1)   to not always speak
 2)   to not always be right.
 3)   to seek only God
 4)   to go away to a hidden place
 5)   to see the beauty in others
 6)   to see that God is not separate from me.
 7)   to know that when I pray - I am more or less
  praying to myself.
 8)   when we die, we judge ourselves.
 9)   to not be a harsh judge.
10)  to see Christ in creation.
11)  The Father, the Creator, begot the Son who is all that the Father is
The Word, The Son,  The Love between the Father and the Son is the
Holy Spirit.   Like a waterwheel going round in a circle continuous
flowing one into the other never ending.

No one can go to the Father except through the Son.

To know that there are others out there who love God more than me -
and not to be jealous of them - but to be happy for God.

It is up to me to search for the truth
to know God in my own deepest being.

To contemplate
and in the silence to hear on a different level
the voice of God.

When I contemplate
I hear nothing.
Nada.
I don't hear God speaking to me.
I hear no voices.
Not even my own.

It is only in the fruits of the day
that I attach myself to the silence from within.

It is only in my thoughts and actions of the
day - that I sense the unfathomable -
have the hinting that there is something
lurking beyond my imagination -
something unimaginable.

Oh God,
Help me to see you when I have
no thought of your presence.

Oh God,
 Help me to hear you when your voice is quiet
 and my ear is pressed to the wind.

Oh God,
 In your kindness - look down upon me,
and see this puny human who dares to beseech
that you send her your thoughts.

Again -

 See me for what I am - mold me in thine image,
and  let me reflect back to you the heart that beats
in my chest, dare I say your heart beats within me,
having been made so by the divine spark and glanced
by a tender blow of  your unfathomable love.   

You have no choice
but to accept me

You have no choice
but to love me

It was your choice
 in the beginning
 God made man
  and God rested and saw what he had created was good.

SO YOU SEE GOD I AM IN A WIN WIN SITUATION.
LOVE YOU.

A M E N

With Each Passing Moment

With each passing moment,
a soul sets off to find itself.

~ Rumi