Thursday, October 18, 2018

Goldfinches, Illumination, and Elections

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I’m really not very political and just barely politically correct.  But still, I wonder what the results will be of the upcoming state elections, and also the local proposals. I try to make informed decisions but tend to give up about half way through the learning curve, feeling less illuminated than when I started. I have found over the years that after an election, what I’d hoped was accurate information was advertising in the name of game and gain.
Truth is important to me

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For the Aged or Ill Sisters and Nuns, Tuesday’s Prayer

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Lord our God, you have called our Sisters and Nuns to serve you and one another in love. Bless our sick Sisters and Nuns today so that they may bear their illness in union with Jesus’ sufferings and restore them quickly to health.
Bless those holy women who have grown old in your service and give them courage and strength in their faith as they approach your eternity.
Lead them all to eternal glory. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, Your Son, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, forever and ever

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The Commentary Of Your Life

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Long after the commentary of your life has faded, I will know you. Even when the stars begin their descent back through time, I will rest at your side.
Together, countless fears have been uncovered and defeated, while in haste we have nurtured legions more.
You have long held my hand through both unimaginable darkness and inexpressible delight, never once questioning which of us would be the first to let go.
But the voices have all been silenced

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Sneak Peek! Cover Reveal of My Newest Book

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Wait til you set your eyes on the cover of my newest book! You’r gonna LOVE it! Continue reading

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Momentary Lapses

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A momentary lapse is enough, sometimes, to question everything.
Even as we stake out our territory, even when it feels as if there can be no turning back, the false ground upon which we worship suddenly gives way. We find ourselves slipping beneath the very debris we once thought would save us. Failure seems not only an option, but a final destination.
Routine becomes chaos, chaos becomes routine

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Letters from Armorica- The Ambush (7 Septembre 34AF)

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First Letter
Dear Journal,
The men have returned from their excursion, and the Provençese cochons are down one sloop. The crew were slain to the last man, which I suppose was an unspoken part of the plan, and the sloop burned. I find that I am both pleased and appalled.
Jacques Poquêrie led the group. Having prepared the “hideout” in the grotto, they kept watch for any patrolling sloop; and when one came in sight they laid an ambush

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Morning’s Music

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If you listen closely, you will begin to notice that each morning approaches us from a certain direction, with a certain rhythm. A tempo that may feel, at once, both unexpectedly unique and contentedly familiar.
We are often inclined to respond in kind, becoming quickly attuned to the vibrations and impulses that now begin to engage us. But we are never held captive, we are never without understanding.
We remain free to persuade the notes to follow us, not just shut the music down

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Deeply Divided

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Fundamentally sound, devastatingly unhinged
The space we inhabit feels ever more divided, as if we are engaged in a war between irreconcilable extremes, on the cusp of wholesale destruction.
Fundamentally sound, devastatingly unhinged
Morning reminds us that new beginnings are possible no matter where we might have landed or how we’ve taken root.
But the night always subjects us to its own consequences, reminding us of a mourning yet neither perfect nor wholly acquitted.
Fundamentally sound, devastatingly unhinged
Even love sometimes feels the same.
Peace
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Sursum Corda

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Sursum Corda
A beating heart of fleshis stronger than any stone,and a pure consciencetopples the mighty from their thrones.

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Friends

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Our friendship sits at the border where your soul touches mine
Outstretched hands reaching down, pulling up, moving forward
Together, as we take turns being the strong one, being the first
To forgive, being the last to let go. We become more self-aware
When we can finally let go of the expectations and demands we
Long ago placed in our own way and surrender into the rhythms
And the anticipations that only pure friendship can at last reveal
 
Peace
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