Category Archives: Grace & Gratitude

Reflections: The Holy Longing…

“If each of us sweeps in front of our own steps, the whole world will be clean.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Reflections: The Holy Longing... Candela

Reflections: The Holy Longing… Candela

The Holy Longing by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Tell a wise person or else keep silent
for those who do not understand
will mock it right away.
I praise what is truly alive
what longs to be burned to death.

In the calm waters of the love nights
where you were begotten, where you have begotten
a strange feeling creeps over you
as you watch the silent candle burning.

Now you are no longer caught
in the obsession with darkness
and a desire for higher lovemaking
sweeps you upwards. Translated by Robert Bly and David Whyte
via satyana.org

When barriers arise before you and it seems all is lost, take heart and remember the longing and a divine redemption. Walking through the fire to heal and grow again hurts but, only good can come of it. Those who bear false witness have spoken. They forget there is a higher power… A tree doesn’t stop growing because some throw garbage at it. It grows because others send love to it. It grows because it must.
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

“It’s the little details that are vital. Little things make big things happen.” John Wooden

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Frankly, I find some of the challenges more difficult than others. Perhaps I over think it, don’t get it, resist it, fight it, or dog-ate-my-paper-it = make excuses for lingering over it. Maybe I get lost in the details because of the perennial student that lives in me. You know, the eternal student who dreams about running to a test in all 15 or so versions we’ve heard. But, I do meditate over them and ask for guidance to help me learn from the challenges. So this one is about the little things we miss or might miss in the big picture. The tangled branches above serve as a rest stop and hangout for the birds in our yard. I leave bits of bread on the balcony rail and they help themselves. That little Blue Jay is a regular. Even in our own tangled lives, there is always hope, always helping hands… a way out.

“I want to know all Gods thoughts; all the rest are just details.” Albert Einstein

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details

Yes Einstein, I agree but God is in the details too. Lately, I’ve been challenged and it’s the small gestures that have shored me up and kept hope alive. This blogging community has been a blessing and I thank you all. It’s easy to write great testimonials about profound changes and miracles that happened in our lives, but it is the daily miracles that keep us alive. The shots of the installation above were taken at Storm King. The huge black piece is by Chakaia Booker and is called Foci; the center of activity that interests us… It is made of tires and steel and while it looms over the terrain in a scary way, up close it has softness in the shredded tires. That softness is in us too. More below

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Writing Challenge: The Demons Of Dystopia…

“Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream.”  Nathaniel Hawthorne

Writing Challenge: The Demons Of Dystopia…

Writing Challenge: The Demons Of Dystopia…

Writing Challenge: The Demons Of Dystopia…

Writing Challenge: The Demons Of Dystopia…

Synopsis: A young museum curator lapses into a coma after a horrific accident. 100 years later, Maya wakes up to a changed world – Dystopia. Dystopia is a world characterized by human carnage, oppression, squalor, disease, mounting misery, water shortages and overcrowding.  A meteor crash in 2101 decimated the earth and unleashed 7 demons who battle for control of the continents. Earth is now dominated and ruled by the seven deadly sins embodied in the giant demons; each demon is the manifested form of one of the deadly sins. Maya has been assigned to Group Pride ruled by Lucifer and must learn to find her way in a new world order.

Each of us arrived on earth by agreement. We also agreed to a departure time, which, as earthly time goes, is short…  But, from time to time,  a few souls fall through the gap, straddling two worlds; the earthly world, and the spirit world which is separated from earth by a thin veil.  Behind the thin, opaque veil, effused with shimmering crystal light, is  the realm of divine spirit; some would reference it as the ancestral abode or the doorstep to heaven.

On January 12, 2013, Maya Stroll, 35, museum curator, tall, pretty with emerald colored eyes and long, jet black hair, and of Mediterranean extraction, stepped out the front door of her Park slope brownstone.  It was a cold, gray, dreary day; perfect for staying indoors unless one had no choice in the matter. Distracted by the loud noise of the construction site across the street, Maya didn’t see the black sedan, a gypsy cab, hurtling in her direction. “Those bastards never take a day off; they must be running a racket!” she muttered under her breath as she stepped off the curb, eager to get to her beige mini cooper across the street and head for work.  Seconds before the gypsy cab hit her, Maya looked up, braced herself, “Oh God!”

The gypsy cab driver, Salim Hayes, lost control of his car when the brakes failed and watched in horror as the 2.25 ton car slammed into Maya.  Salim remembered the look of sickened horror on her face as the impact of 4,500Ibs of metal against flesh ripped a huge gash in her left thigh, snapped her left fibula in half and tossed her 50 feet in the air before flinging her like a rag doll against the concrete wall of the construction site where part of her scalp was torn off. The cab slammed into two parked cars before coming to rest halfway up the hood of a minivan; leaving a trail of glass and twisted metal everywhere.  Salim passed out. Maya lost consciousness.

“Because power corrupts, society’s demands for moral authority and character increase as the importance of the position increases.”  John Adams

Writing Challenge: The Demons Of Dystopia…

Writing Challenge: The Demons Of Dystopia…

“Oh my God, Oh God! Call 911” someone yelled.  A few site crew members ran to check on Salim. Fortunately, he had a concussion and some bruises but would recover.  The site foreman and another worker, a structural engineer, grabbed a hand towel and a jacket and ran to assist Maya. They covered Maya’s bleeding leg with her fibula bones exposed. “She’s dead.” The foreman said solemnly as the distant sirens drew closer and closer. The first ambulance stopped right in front of Maya’s home and the first responders jumped into action.

“Come, come, she’s over here!”  The engineer shouted.  The responder moved quickly to help Maya.  Minutes later, a second Ambulance arrived to help Salim. On the way to St Bart’s Hospital, Maya went into cardiac arrest twice. The doctors did everything to save her. Maya soon lapsed into a coma leaving behind a chaotic world in deep economic recession, wars raging, food and water shortages, and growing concerns about the environment.

Writing Challenge: The Demons Of Dystopia…

Writing Challenge: The Demons Of Dystopia…

100 Years Hence: Cut to Dystopia

100 years later, it’s 2113, Maya stirs, slowly coming out of her coma. Attached to tubes and machines, she tries to move an arm but can’t. The machines come to life printing data and announcing, seemingly to no one in particular, Pride- Maya SSS754449 is awake. Pride- Maya SSS754449 is awake. Soon, her room is teeming with medical staff checking her vitals and gathering more data. Maya is identified as Pride- Maya SSS754449 for a reason. She is in Deadly Sins Dystopia; specifically in Lucifer’s territory.

After the last meteor attack on earth in 2101, seven giant demons rose from the dust, each representing one of the seven deadly sins. They battled each other for territories and, soon, divvied up the earth into seven barren hellholes, dominating all remaining life forms. The Seven Deadly sins and corresponding giant demons are:  Lucifer: pride,  Mammon: greed , Asmodeus: lust,  Leviathan: envy, Beelzebub: gluttony, Amon: wrath  and Belphegor: sloth.

Over the next twelve weeks, Maya comes in and out of consciousness. She is monitored and encouraged to respond to music, words, and touch.  Speech and physical therapists are on board.  Specialists run tests and stop by to update her chart. At first, she is confused, unable to say more than one word. The  bright fluorescent lights burn her eyes and the face of medical staff are unfamiliar, but something within drives her; an inner resolve goads her on. Her recovery is gradual, slow, as is expected with her type of injury.  In week 12, as Maya opens and closes her eyes, she notices how brightly lit her room is, and how grey and wet it looks outside her window. For a moment, she wonders, “Where am I? What’s going on?” Then Maya remembers she’s in a hospital; her treatment and therapy are going well. More below!

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