Advent 13

December 9, 2016

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UNSAID – poem by Dana Gioia

So much of what we live goes on inside the diaries of grief,

the tongue-tied aches of unacknowledged love are no less real for having passed unsaid.

What we conceal is always more than what we confide.

think of the letters we write our dead.

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Advent 12

December 8, 2016

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Expecting the unexpected.

Advent 11

December 7, 2016

And then life throws you another curve ball.

Advent 10

December 6, 2016

It’s 53 degrees. Birds are gathering around the feeder or sitting in the makeshift bath. Contemplating chill this morning. I open the sliding door and I am met by an unpleasant feeling of coldness: chill. I return to my comfortable chair and observe the frenzied birds: chill.

Advent 9

December 6, 2016

Jesus Jones – Right Here, Right Now Lyrics

A woman on the radio talked about revolution
when it’s already passed her by
Bob Dylan didn’t have this to sing about
you know it feels good to be alive

I was alive and I waited, waited
I was alive and I waited for this

Right here, right now
there is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
watching the world wake up from history

I saw the decade in, when it seemed
the world could change at the blink of an eye
And if anything
then there’s your sign of the times

I was alive and I waited, waited
I was alive and I waited for this

Right here, right now

I was alive and I waited, waited
I was alive and I waited for this

Right here, right now
there is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
watching the world wake up from history
Right here, right now
there is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
watching the world wake up from history
Right here, right now
there is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
watching the world wake up from history

Songwriters: EDWARDS, MICHAEL

Advent 8

December 4, 2016

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We move into the second Sunday in Advent; a week of Peace. Just Hope made our lives a little brighter, we know that Peace will bring us all a little nearer.

Advent 7

December 3, 2016

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The beauty of laughter is that it is an act that requires your full attention. Laughter is too good to be wasted with life’s interruptions. Laugh long, laugh loud, laugh hard. Laugh until it hurts. But laugh with your whole being.

Advent 6

December 2, 2016

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“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” – Psalm 90:12

I really enjoyed this story about a high school boy who traveled to Japan as part of an exchange program. On his trip, he visited artisans at work, who spoke through a translator.

“I have lived 25,000 days,” he began. “I have maybe 5000 more. You have lived 5000 days. You have maybe 25,000 more.”

Each day is birth and death, end and new beginning. We count them and remember their precious scarcity. We count them and remember that each holds the possibility of new and limitless life.

During Advent I am trying to make each new day  count and to spend it wisely.

Advent 5

December 1, 2016

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Things are looking up, if you do! I was busying myself with shopping, coffee with a friend and lunch with a colleague. Checking my phone between stops, never taking time to look up. As the stress began building from my toes (perhaps my shoes were too tight) to my chest (not the heart attack tightness), I needed to catch my breath. I stopped. I looked up. I took a deep breath and then… slowly exhaled.

Sometimes just centering oneself lightens the burden and provides a view to endless possibilities. That’s when things begin to look up!

Advent 4

November 30, 2016

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I’m sure this isn’t what Rosey the Riveter had in mind in WWII, but the times they have changed. At any rate, Advent day #4 is about patience. My AM to-do list filled two pages. And it really was all about two things, or maybe three: (1) Patiently waiting for a plumber; (2) organizing Christmas shopping and gifts-yet-to-be purchased; and (3) sharing lunch with my best/longest/enduring friend.

In each of the tasks at hand, I hoped to find surprises, smiles and adventures. And, at the end of the day,  many of the to-dos of today will be to-dos of tomorrow. An honest plumber directed me to the company of purchase for the leaky faucet and it’s on its way to me FREE. Sorting a bed covered with gifts, I uncovered (long forgotten, purchased) treasures that are sure to find their way into the hearts of friends and family members. And a good lunch with a great friend included a walk through an art gallery, a seat on a run-down tilt-a-whirl and a new bar in town.

All it took was a little patience.