Saturday, December 12, 2009

Perspectives


I spent the early part of the week in the hospital, in part due to congenital issues and the precious balance of hormones, activity and food/drink that I need to keep healthy. Though I am one who tries to eat healthy stay very fit and take care of myself.. sometimes we are dealt cards at birth that we need to learn to deal with and live life as fully as possible. As the doctors were looking at my history and mentioning perplexity, I couldn't help but feel so grateful I have lived life as fully as I have.


Amidst my time there, a talk with a dear friend this morn, and the many well wishs of folks close to me... I am mindful of the precious nature of life. There are times amidst my energetic optimistic self that I face my own humanity and vulnerabilities amidst that which is held most dear. ... Yet times such as this week remind me of how deeply important those we most love are and how deeply important it is to spend time doing the things you love to do with the people you love.


Thursday, December 3, 2009

Existential Questions...


At times existential questions visit in the places we hold most dear. Rilke said we must learn to love the questions; but what if it is the source of the questions we love?

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Thanksgiving thoughts..

I pray you all had a most wonderful Thanksgiving. ... We were amidst travels to cheeseland and are now back. November has been so wonderful with the warmer weather and too a fair amount of sun, the heart just can't help but shine. ... Here is a brief Thanksgiving reflection:


Happy Thanksgiving to all my Journal Friends
On this Thanksgiving
I bow in gratitude
for two jobs I love
for health
for joy
for the good Lord
for the saving grace of Christ
for friends and family
and for all the beautiful souls
who grace my life...




My friend
shall forever be
my friend,
and reflect
a rayof God to me.

-Henry David Thoreau-




Saturday, November 21, 2009

Poetic Beauty


Perhaps poetic beauty
rings music
in places
we hold both founts of joy
and vessels of tears

For perhaps
those places somewhere
find harmony
in the symphonyof love


Kringle