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Nb:     posting this for a  dear friend  going through some difficult changes.

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I have walked through many lives,

some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle
not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
Yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
“Live in the layers,
not on the litter.”
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with my changes.
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Where GOD is

“God is in the prepositions —
beyond,
among,
within,
beneath.”
— Sharon Daloz Parks

love this….

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“God breaks the heart again and again and again until it stays open.”
— Hazrat Inayat Khan

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This is  another  inspiring Brene Brown TED  talk…..     Both of these talks are great ( see previous post), and   hopefully  everyone will get  something  out  of either  one of them.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iEPbkvhPuRk

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“Find   out what   you’re afraid of and go live there.”

~Chuck Palahniuk

This was in the  book  The  Geography of Loss, by  Patti  Digh,  a    beautifully   put together   book.  The design, imagery,  and writing  are all   worth  savoring. I   bought this  book  last   year,  almost to the day.   How interesting is that??   hmmmm.  I  started reading it last  year,  then  it went   back on the  shelf   because I  had  other things to deal  with  that took over.  Then,  this  morning, I wanted to  post something here today, and I   picked   up  this  book —  randomly — off the shelf.    This quote, as well as  another one, were  perfectly timed.

THIS IS  is how I   connect with the Divine  and my  spirituality.  Because I   believe  God can speak  to me through    books  and other  people. I  don’t   have a   need to go sit in a  place and   listen to   somebody else    tell   me what  I   could or should feel  or think   about  GOD.  I don’t   need to connect  with a  BIBLE of any sort.  Because the  Divine is all around us, every day, speaking to us, in the   most  unexpected  ways,  and  that is where my  Bible is…. it is in  life itself.

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“That is at bottom the only courage that is demanded of us: to have courage for the most strange, the most singular and the most inexplicable that we may encounter.” — Rainer Maria Rilke

What I  can  say  about this, is that I have  had such   encounters.  It  makes  you take a   breath  and  consider  that  we  are  really    not  alone…..

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 I   think   just about everyone, who is recently affected  by  grief,  or even   not so recently, can relate to this. And this  is why  poetry, in  simple forms such as this,  is so   useful and    necessary:   it   says what  we  ourself  cannot   express  in the   moment,  and   in a   very   direct,  and also  beautiful,  way. ~ kmk
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No matter what the grief, its weight,
we are obliged to carry it.
We rise and gather momentum, the dull strength
that pushes us through crowds.
And then the young boy gives me directions
so avidly. A woman holds the glass door open,
waits patiently for my empty body to pass through.
All day it continues, each kindness
reaching toward another – a stranger
singing to no one as I pass on the path, trees
offering their blossoms, a retarded child
who lifts his almond eyes and smiles.
Somehow they always find me, seem even
to be waiting, determined to keep me
from myself, from the thing that calls to me
as it must have once called to them –
this temptation to step off the edge
and fall weightless, away from the world.

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