We give thanks…

We give thanks for places of simplicity and peace.
Let us find such a place within ourselves.
We give thanks for places of refuge and beauty.
Let us find such places within ourselves.
We give thanks for places of nature’s truth and freedom, of joy,
inspiration and renewal, places where all creatures may find
acceptance and belonging. Let us search for these places in
the world, in ourselves, and in others.
Let us restore them. Let us strengthen and protect them
and let us create them. May we mend this outer world
according to the truth of our inner life
and may our souls be shaped and nourished
by nature’s eternal wisdom.
~~ Michael Leunig ~~

The sun is perfect and you woke this morning

Originally posted on Live & Learn:

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The sun is perfect and you woke this morning.
You have enough language in your mouth to be understood.
You have a name, and someone wants to call it.
Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it.
If we just start there,
every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible.
If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.

~ Warsan Shire


Warsan Shire , 26, was born in 1988 in Kenya to Somali parents. She later emigrated to London.   Shire thereafter began writing poetry as a way to connect with her Somali heritage and her roots in Somalia.

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Raven

Listen.
I’m not going to say this twice.
The sum and product of words
is no mark of intelligence.
Case in point – cousin Crow,
not half as smart as all his talk.

So listen,
I know three things:
Sky, that small kiss of warm air
that rises through my primaries;

the Water on its breath, ridgeblown mist
that bathes us all and makes springs
overflow into Inadu Creek;

and Earth, slope and cup of cove,
the steep that gathers with wide black wings
to draw down Sky,
draw Water up,
that sets free all things green
into a world first fledged.

But listen.
I know from twenty circles
of snowdeep and hungry moons
and twenty circles of fresh shoots
that Sky . . . Water . . . Earth . . .
none of them are mine.

And I know none are yours.

~~ Bill Griffin ~~

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radiatingblossom:

New blog! And I think quite a few of us can relate… :-)

Originally posted on worldcultureandeverythingelse:

I hope to see anyone comment on the current state of our culture, technology, online dating, the Book called Ishmael… you can chose. More to come

I’m 56 years old. Took a while to get here.. its been a rough ride too ! I remember things how they were in the 60′s. The day JFK was shot..

I remember going to bed with the screen door open, not even a latch to keep it shut. I guess we were safe then, at least in our minds.

I survived the 70′s those memories are the most vivid ones. Crazy days. good music. I still love my rock and roll.

Somehow i survived those days, went off to school on the other side of the country. I think it was a blessing. The day i graduated as an officer on a

merchant marine ship was refreshing.

Forward wind a few years, its…

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