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Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning



Wednesday, January 17, 2018

free love

“I define connection as the energy that exists between people when they feel seen, heard, and valued; when they can give and receive without judgment; and when they derive sustenance and strength from the relationship.”
                                                                                      BrenĂ© Brown
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Finn loves connection
He lives for connection
For a pet, a pat
For that eye to eye contact that only dogs can offer
For a nuzzle
A paw placed in a lap

All he knows in those moments is love
All he gives is love

And his day is made and his heart is calm
After a “ball” walk with dad
Or a romp in the snow

He will rarely leave the porch alone
The world is only truly fun when it is share

Ah that we humans might learn a lesson or two hear

About touch
About eye to eye contact
And unreserved value and respect

Ah that we might figure out in the giving and receiving of love
A life is to be found

Who in your life opens you up to the Sacred
Who reminds you that the sun rises and sets
Who helps you see the world with eyes of wonder?

It might be a lover
A parent
A child
Or even friend

It might be your dog
(or horse, or cat, or….)

Take a moment
Look them in the eye

And say “thanks”

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Sacred DNA

“We are what we love. If we love God, in whose image we were created, we discover ourselves in him and we cannot help being happy: we have already achieved something of the fullness of being for which we were destined in our creation. If we love everything else but God, we contradict the image born in our very essence, and we cannot help being unhappy, because we are living a caricature of what we are meant to be.”
                             Thomas Merton, A Book of Hours
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Leaping through the snow and mud
Finn (the dog) does not wonder who he is
Or why he exists

He is fully in himself
Fully in the moment
And total ecstatic

Happy dog!

We on the other hand
Are not so sure

Happy human?

Not so much
We are always searching
For meaning, for purpose
But mostly we are searching for ourselves

But it seems the more we search for ourselves
The more confused we get

Perhaps the problem is that we look outside ourselves
For our definition, our value
We look to power, or perhaps wealth
Titles, and possessions

But what we look for is not out there, somewhere
It is within
It is to be found in our Sacred DNA
In the fact that we are Sacred Children

If we want to find ourselves
All we have to do is look at God
Love God
With the singleness of purpose
That happy dog has

Ball, ball
Stick stick

Only in our case?
God, God

Loving God we love ourselves
Loving God we love our neighbor
Loving God we can be content


Happy Human

Monday, January 15, 2018

Bending History

“Few will have the greatness to bend history itself, but each of us can work to change a small portion of events. It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring those ripples build a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.”
                                            Robert F. Kennedy
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Some mornings
When Finn the dog has nudged me to awareness
I suddenly wonder why I should bother to get up

The world seems like such a hopeless place
Evil rules
The wicked prosper
Injustice grows
Inequity is the mark of our society

In short, things are shit!

And I am just an aging
Wanna be retired wanna be
With no power, no voice

A reed blown in the wind
Buffeted, tossed to and fro

And I want to respond by shutting down
Or if not by shutting down
With anger

I want to attack and diminish those who I believe attack and diminish the poor
The vulnerable
The different

And so I rant and ridicule
And in doing so, allow them to win

Whatever happened to random acts of kindness?
To generosity?

What if I resisted
Not a person, or a party
But resisted evil

With a kind word
With a helping hand
With patience
Truthfulness
Fairness
Compassion

It is not that any of us can stop combatting evil
We must fight against injustice
Oppression
Prejudice
Hate

But HOW we do it is important
Only by refusing to be pulled into the vortex of evil
Do we have a chance

Only if we stand up for what is right
And do so the right way….
Can we send forth ripples of hope
Across the still, dark waters of hopelessness