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01/11/2010

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Cynthia

Is this where you post the story?

jill

yes, post it here.

Cherry

When was the last time that you avoided looking in life’s rear view mirror, seeking a more novel fresh approach to your day. At such times, it is important to forget what came before and climb your sky scraper to partake of the fresh air. Forget looking in the mirror to take notice of that silly hat hiding the latest hairdo that looks like massive vermilion forever boiling and rolling. Can you muster the energy to open the gate that leads to the dandelions down by the stream, slipping on the moss causing a funny vision for anyone that is still perpendicular. You quickly figure out that you are the example of a “never mind” day. Now’s the time to just enjoy a plate filled with various noodles as the principle food showcased, to be consumed before finding your fortune cradled in some twisted cookies.

jennifer

I want to join. I can't find Rae on kaizenmuse.com ? I will email you directly Jilly Bean.

Lynn Garner

I'm a terrible shot. On to operation roadkill.

Shannon L.B. DeMilt

http://shannon71.typepad.com/blog/
The garden is mumbling something....it seems to be reminicing over the nights we were blessed to sit and hold each other tight in the moonlight......That's the good stuff!

The garden is mumbling something...it has a heart that is beating strongly, not unlike mine, for yours.....That's the good stuff!

The garden is mumbling something....it has seen happy times, and not so happy ones, cross the beautifully positioned bricks, as if to be seasoning them...That's the good stuff!

The garden is mumbling something....it longs for the pitter patter of little futures, taking their first steps into the world....That's the good stuff!

The garden is mumbling something....it loves the cool air at sunrises and sunsets, that wash all of our woes away, quickly and lovingly...That's the good stuff!

The garden is mumbling something....it misses the quiet in the air, and in our lives, now that the schedules and the rigamoarrole have ceased...That's the good stuff!

The garden is mumbling something....it is telling me to sit back, relax and enjoy the ride! Reminding me, gently, that it's all about the journey~....that's the good stuff!!!

The garden is mumbling something...Oh my! The garden can talk!...Now, that's the best stuff!

Karen

I write
with a thin blue line
the story of my law …
or is that lore?
Either, both,
it doesn't matter.

What I see is not
what I perceive
And the truth is not
the whole truth nor
nothing but the truth,
So help me, God.

Police Note:

I open my heart,
my soul finds flight.
What's past is gone,
What's future's unborn
Now, as it is, is all.

Karen

Aaargh ... posted in the wrong place!

jeanne@behairnow.com


“I notice”

I notice I feel over fed and fat after Christmas dinner.
I woke clenching my newly developing belly role
I notice that that feeling is subversive and gets in the way of my joy.
Breathe it away.

I notice that feeling the quiet gets noisy with a busy mind
Too much of the download of busy keeps the upload of peace away
I notice that I’m busy seeking peacefulness
Be the peace

I notice the rich smell of coffee wafting up my nose
Sippy the rush into this morning body
I notice my mouth is full of French roast
A gentle race of awakening

I notice that I’m sad for not noticing more of the ‘Shift’ of 21/12/12
Realizing it’s about the inner shift of my consciousness evolving
I notice that even tho’ I ‘get that’ I wanted my star family to make appearances
Releasing disappointment

I notice my little dog aging and rallying for minutes at a time in joy
Wanting to not be too busy else where to notice his charms
I notice my dismissiveness and seek to dismiss it
Find joy in the sweet, small things of life

I notice the crisp whip of winter’s breath up my nose
freezing the little hairs on an inhale
I notice that I want my body warm and safe
Embracing the season

I notice the steel blue of the lake as the swans ease through the coming freeze
Glad to be tucked into the warmth of the house and the lights of the Christmas tree
I notice how the steel blue is dark to the left and hues to a cold pale grey across the lake
Wanting more Sun

I notice that I notice life’s pulse all the time and mostly move too fast to allow the sensorial of it in
Slow down. slow down.

jeanne

“you must not 'come lightly to the blank page'.” Steven King

Come lightly to the blank page
Take in the sense of emptiness
The thrill of possibilities.
The taste of what wonder is on the tip
of your pen, waiting.

Come lightly to the blank page
Give quiet pause to the hungry story
That yearns for the telling.
Tease it like you would a lover
Feeling passion’s aching

Come lightly to the blank page
Let the bright light of empty spaciousness
Find that sacred resurrection.
Lay down one word at time
Make generous your heart’s longing

Come lightly to the blank page


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