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spent a bit of sunday afternoon in the emergency room.
i fell going down stairs.  the plate and bowl that i was carrying landed
on the floor first and my left hand came down on broken stoneware bowl pieces.
got some pretty new stitches, a digital x-ray, and a tetanus/whooping cough shot.
i’m thankful that i didn’t break my neck.
i found out that i’m fairly good at flying, but my landing pretty much sucks.

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cj decided that she wanted to buy some white sneekers . . .

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2 thessalonians 3:5
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i know the changes
so many
so soon they seem
to roll on by
i see the faces
through the glass
through the ghostly goodbyes
of time

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the reading of mere christianity continues…
and c.s. lewis is looking for truth,

for the realness of this “something” that that comes in above
and beyond the actual facts of how humans do behave.

this “something else”, this law of how we ought to behave,
that none of us made, but, which we find pressing on us
to be fair, honest, kind, unselfish.

things that we expect from others as well as our self.

our book club host this week is sarah salter
you can find us over at her place (here) 

Jesus had
stone water jars filled
with water
and turned the water
to wine

the master of the wedding banquet
noticed that it was the best wine
that had been served
and told the bridegroom

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this is a photo of a vineyard in new zealand.  my husband goes there for the fall grape harvest that
takes place around the end of march/beginning of april.  to come home he will fly from the south island
to the north island, then board another flight for a 13 hour trip from the north island to LA, and then a
seven-hour layover in LA before the final leg to pdx.

he arrives in the u.s. about the same time and date he left the south island.
also, the flight takes-off from a new zealand fall, to touch-down in a west coast spring.

photo taken on a trip in april of 2009.

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i am
following new steps
that go forward
and back
to the side
a slide
and spinning
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have you ever considered
that perhaps
poetry is
what comes first,
and then
some people use
words
to communicate said poetry?

yes, just imagine.

the words

are not the poetry

but just one way
to communicate the poetry.

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i was thinking of things that can seem just so simple, yet are very
special, and take someone’s time and effort and care to do it.
this was after looking at glynn young’s latest “saturday good reads.”

every saturday, that i see this post, i can see something about the list
that just calls out care and Love.  it is almost like the people behind
the gathered links have been linked together through the caring.

as i thought of it further and deeper, i started to think that perhaps this
seems so special because glynn gives what he does to God, and the
things that we do that are given to God…they come together in Love.
which is very very special.  the power of God for His Glory.

must poetry be made with words?

the idea came
and it said
“a poem…without…words.  do it.”

would anyone care to join me in this experiment?

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Am I
The only one
Who projects his toe
From beneath the sheets
To catch within himself

Wrapped in clinging linens

At this unearthly hour?

impulses… the desire to act in a certain way.

we know that we ought to behave in a certain way…
yet we know that we often decide not to behave in that way.

i know that “ought.”  and it is not just what i have learned from mom
and dad.  i have to admit that there is always a quiet yet persistent voice
speaking what my heart seems to recognize as truth, as fact.  it is a real
voice to me, and not my own voice.  a voice that i believe to be of God.

i have a belief that there is truth apart from me, and truth that speaks to
me of right and goodness, and that the voice is the voice of the ultimate
goodness of God.

it can be very frustrating when i want something, the Spirit is
continuing to urge that i ought not to act or even think on it, and i don’t
want to listen.  i have learned that not to listen takes me on a side track,
a detour of the learning kind.  what a heart struggle it can be when my
need and my impulses gang up together and i try to ignore God’ voice.
never a good choice… i continue to find this out, over an over again.

there is a difference between the belief
of God as the righteous truth, and the
belief in humans producing their own
morality, right and truth.

there lies the gap we shall always face.
there lies the constant struggle to listen
and believe and act.

there lies our broken human will and God’s will.
there lies the thoughts of our selves and others that cause us to rise-up
against one another.

the link of this post is joined with other links 
of those taking part in reading the book 
“mere christianity” by c.s. lewis, at the blog of jason stasyszen.

I.

we all have a little somethin’ to share in each moment of being.
each of us… is the only one… that is standing in the place we are standing,
or have come through the same things we have come through,
the only one that has that “one” point of placement in “each” moment.
that makes each of us unique in the gifts we can give in each of our moments.

one person can’t be everywhere.
but, each person in God can be where they are.  no one else can be exactly that person in that place.
no matter where you are, your perspective view from that place is the only one.  no one else can “be”
it, no one else can “see” it,  no one else can “understand” it in the same way, no one else can “pray”
for it in the same way, no one else’s spirit will be “hearing” the same way from the Spirit of God.

you can be one unique part and hopefully you are connected to the vine, hopefully you are a seed
planted in good soil, hopefully you are sharing in the bread of life, hopefully you are aware of the
importance of what you are in God, in each moment that is especially you, and how your uniqueness
is a benefit in the body of Christ.  God wants you.  God wants to live with you through your spirit.

God wants His people to turn to Him, through the Son of the Father God, and so your spirit and His
Holy Spirit.

share bread with one another
share God’s Love with one another
wash one another’s feet
know that we are each a part of the Body of Christ

from the book of john, chapter fifteen:

I am the true vine. My father is the gardener.
He cuts off every branch joined to me that
does not bear fruit.  He trims every branch
that does bear fruit. Then it will bear even
more fruit.  You are already clean because
of the word I have spoken to you.
Remain joined to me, and i will remain joined
to you.  No branch can bear fruit by itself.
It must remain joined to the vine.
In the same way, you can not bear fruit unless you remain joined to me.
…… Here is my command.  Love each other.
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i meet people online that are open to sharing.  we have the desire to share and communicate in common, and writing online is one of the ways that we do that.

by way of my interest in poetry, i met tiger windwalker on twitter.  he often tweets short poems called haiku, and has a good sense of humor.  i have since found that there are quite a few who like to do haiku twittering.

one day,  not to long ago, tiger asked for my address so that he could send me his book of poetry, and asked if i would write a blog on it.  so i did… and he did… and i am.

i have not finished the book, but, i have read through most of it.  i read book poetry slowly, going forward and back in the pages.

tiger’s words speak of an open heart and a love of being surrounded by nature,  a desire to slow down, to see the beauty around him, and thankfulness.  and his poetry reflect this.  he travels in a different circle than i in some spiritual beliefs, yet our circles overlap in words of friendship and the beauty of creation.

tiger, thank you for your sharing from your heart.

tiger windwalker
book: walk in beauty journey of a big sir mystic
blog: coyote dolphin 
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Labor of Love

by tiger windwalker
from “walk in beauty” page 70
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I held the piece
Of rough marble in my hand
As I fashioned it
I worked it
Grinding
Then sanding
Stage after stage
I squeezed it
Flipped it
Held it on end
Caressed it
Until the marble
Began to take the shape
Of my hand

As it became smoother
And smoother
Its surface began to reveal
a map of delicate lines
And subtle colorations
Somehow it felt like my life
And that of  the stone
Were emerging together
I understood
That all of the painful
And challenging experiences
I have encountered
Have been the abrasive grit
That has given definition
To my character
Time and Life’s erosions
Have exposed me
For who i really am…

God’s hidden treasure

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