The importance of being a good listener and speaker often goes unnoticed. We need to be fully present in both cases to welcome others into our moment and presence. Thank you to Russ at A Grateful Man for re-blogging first and bring this beautiful sentiment from Misifusa to me.

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Speak in such a way that others love to listen to you.

Listen in such a way that others love to speak to you.

I love to feel like I can make a difference in someone else’s day and I love when my day is changed for the better by someone else, don’t you?  I think the central piece that we forget sometimes is that we are all connected and in reconnecting with others through our conversations, it elevates our vibrations and makes for a significant change for the better.  Does this make sense to you?

Hold close in your heart those with whom you speak who lift you up.

I was blessed to spend some quality time with my sister AAngel on Sunday morning.  We shared some coffee time before our households emerged from their sleepy cocoons.  It’s rare that we have any time to ourselves to just connect…

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The Journey

I am not sure what my schedule is like for the rest of the afternoon, so I will post earlier than I normally do. I read quite a bit yesterday and one of the books I finished was by a friend, Deb E. Berg and is called Ja-Mya and the Journey. I taught two members of the Berg family and Deb was a founding member of our small school. Much of the underlying philosophy that led to this group of parents approaching educators with their idea of a different way of imagining a school and children’s learning is reflected in this book.

The book weaves story-telling reminiscent of classics such as The Chronicles of Narnia, Peter Pan, The Wizard of Oz, and many others. The two main characters, Teagen and Andrew, search for life’s meaning as two adolescents who embark on their summer vacation with their uncle. They search for their Heart’s Desire, explore deep and timeless questions adolescents ask, and enter a fourth dimension where time is not as we understand it. They witness two opposing worldviews: one of abundance and stewardship; the other of scarcity and depletion. They learn their greatest strengths are often their greatest weaknesses. The reader embarks on a journey with Teagen and Andrew as they learn about nature, connect to a new world through their imagination, and find wisdom. In a single afternoon, Andrew “fought a war, rode a dragon, wrote and performed a song while learning about my Heart’s desire.”

This book is about finding and integrating the contemporary with the traditional. It is about a real need to see legacy not through the eyes of adults, but through the eyes of children. What world do we choose to leave for them? What is our gift to them?

I leave you with the song Andrew wrote and performed at the end of the book:

Life begins, life ends,

Struggles come and go

What the Journey holds for each

Is something we cannot know.

Friends along the way,

Providing what we need

In companionship and wisdom

With varied type of deed.

One’s Heart’s Desire can only be found

When walking the road of life

No matter what we find it is

The awareness will bring less strife.

Emotion also finds its place

Along the Journey’s way

With welcoming and firm embrace

Wisdom will guide today.

Value, meaning, the hope of life

Shows in the time we take

To listen to a kinder voice

Love’s words to never forsake.

Life begins, life ends,

Struggles come and go

What the Journey holds for each

Is something we cannot know.

I would love to use this book in the form of a novel study or a reading project with junior high students.

This beautiful poem reminded me of Mary Oliver’s poetry. We are asked eloquent questions; questions without answers. Part of the beauty of life is the hole in the whole; the things I cannot answer but enjoy for that very reason. “What was there before there was nothing?” What a beautiful question. I am glad I cannot answer it.

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Kathy and I made it to Phoenix, but it was quite a day. The flight was delayed for four hours due to mechanical problems. Considering the alternative, I am grateful, but it made for an incredibly long day including a time change. I leave you with a short, poignant John O’Donohue poem which echoes Life is a River.

I would love to live
Like a river flows,
Carried by the surprise
Of its own unfolding.
It was a day full of surprise. I look forward to my weekly digital sabbatical and the unfolding that I will witness.

This a short, but incredibly important message. In the world of busyness, where and when do we find the time to just be?

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Life is a River

Kathy and I head to Phoenix tomorrow. The contrast in weather is sharp. It is -60 C with lots of snow here and +280 C in Phoenix, but apparently they are ‘suffering’ through a heat wave. I considered a poem about a phoenix rising from ashes, but opted for one that percolated for a while.

I began to think about this topic as we wrote life metaphors. There is no shortage of ways of seeing life, but a constant theme, for me, is a journey. I voyage into the unknown, but I still see what slowly disappears around river bends or as the river drops. There is no preset map, but it is the letting go of certainty that I welcome.

A journey from headwaters

Self-discovery;

Always seek the hidden

Evident truths.

Turbulent rapids

Still waters;

A visible contrast

An invisible path.

Fight the currents

Chaos gives way;

Languish in mysterious pools–

Life`s depth revealed.

New, unknown shorelines–

Welcome them;

Familiar sights fade, yet remain;

Both are navigational instruments.

Safe passage

Without false certainty;

Sets life`s course–

The course of a life well-lived.

This is a stunning photo with a beautiful poem. The word wonder instead of wander really made me wonder.

kenneturner's avatarBecoming is Superior to Being

Italian Springs 2013Dark Desert Grassland — Image by kenne

I am the desert trail

wondering

through dark grasslands

alone

but not lonely

clothed

with gladness

embraced

by the 

mountain ranges

I separate

providing

a sandy channel

for mountain rains

to wash

the desert soul

never

to be wash away.

— kenne

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I woke up at 5:00 and one of the first things I did was look out the window. We have a winter storm warning with up to 10 cm (3 inches) of snow expected today. Winter feels like it began in October of 2011 and not October 2012. It has been long. So, “Will Spring please stand up?”

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Spring needs assertiveness training.

She hints, and hems and haws,

but the thaws don’t come.

Snow piles high and

a world wonders-

will the real

Spring

please

stand

up?

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The Grasp of Your Hand

I injured my hand years ago playing hockey and later a dog bit it badly causing even more damage. It is badly bent and scarred. We walked as a family weekend mornings when our sons boys were young. One son would check my hands and quickly change sides if he had not chosen the ‘gnarled one.’

What made him choose that one? One person suggested it was to touch the hand in a way that offered a healing touch. We each need this whether it comes from those close to us or from a divine source. We need the comfort of being cared for in ways that heal.

Rabindranath Tagore wrote this beautiful poem which described the need for the intimate touch of loved ones when we stumble which I do on life’s journey. I am not alone on this journey.

Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,
but to be fearless in facing them.
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but
for the heart to conquer it.
Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved,
but hope for the patience to win my freedom.
Grant me that I may not be a coward, feeling
Your mercy in my success alone; but let me find
the grasp of Your hand in my failure.

It is incredible what I hear when I close my eyes and listen.

Hazel Dulay's avatarPoet's Corner

I closed my eyes and listened

To the hum of million sleeping minds

To the tiresome sonata of crickets and frogs

To the crack of the parting moon and sun

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