Food for the flying……

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I’ve been reading instead of writing this weekend,
feasting on an artful cluster of healing stories by Rachel Naomi Remen
and,  wow,  I want to serve it up,  this goodness I’ve been feeding on
……some nips of nectar
to nourish your bright wings:)

~ “The life in us is diminished by judgment far more frequently than by disease.
Our own self-judgment or the judgment of others.
and
this judgment does not only take the form of criticism.
Approval is also a form of judgment,
but we are harmed by it in far more subtle ways.
To seek approval is to have no resting place,  no sanctuary.
Like all judgment,  approval encourages constant striving.
It makes us uncertain of who we are and of our true value.

 (there’s more!)

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This is as true of the approval we give ourselves as it is of
the approval we offer others.
Approval can’t be trusted.
It can be withdrawn at any time no matter what our track record has been.
It is as nourishing of real growth as cotton candy.
Yet many of us spend our lives pursuing it.”

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“A label is a mask life wears.
We may need to take our labels and even our experts far more lightly.
In my experience,  a diagnosis is an opinion and not a prediction.
Like a diagnosis,  a label is an attempt to assert control and manage uncertainty.
It may allow us the security and comfort of a mental closure
and encourage us not to think about things again.
But life never comes to a closure;  life is process,  even mystery.
Life is known only by those who have found a way to be comfortable with change
and the unknown.  Given the nature of life,  there may be no security,
but only adventure.”

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There.
Do you feel a little stronger in your wings?
Wishing you fresh,  healing breeze in all your parts.

“I don’t need stress to do what I need to do.
That isn’t efficient.
Love and sanity are.”
-Byron Katie
(from her brilliant Loving What Is)

In every twig and twinkle….

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In all of your magic making,
yes and no saying,
errand running,
carol humming,
burden lifting,
option sifting,

picture taking,
merry making,
sky gazing,
crowd braving,
memory building,
how-in-the-world-ing,
hassle having,
heart salving,

 truth speaking,
quiet keeping,
sniffle tending,
love mending,
clutter busting,
mystery trusting,

card sending,
time bending,
idea trying
instead of buying,
storm weathering,
family gathering,
stocking stuffing,
trust for enoughing,

list making,
breath taking,
one-more-thing-ing,
just keep singing…..

-deep breath-

please remember
that even with dirty popcorn ceilings and wobbles and whoopsies,
your rustic handmade love that isn’t polished or perfect
and the gag reel of your life that sometimes isn’t all that funny,
you are,
without excuse or disclaimer,
LOVED.
In a big way.

I hope you can feel it this season,
the love that surrounds you in every twig and twinkle.

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“May your coming year be filled
with magic and dreams and good madness.
I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful
and don’t forget to make some art
-write or draw or build or sing
or live as only you can.
And I hope,  somewhere in the next year,
you surprise yourself.”
-Neil Gaiman

I’ve loved these giveaways and wish I could do it always and forever
for each of you
(this week the winner is Relyn of Come Sit by my Fire.
You’ll be welcome and glad if you do)
You mean a whole heap to me,  each of you.

tumbling free…..

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Somewhere inside is a brave girl child
who got churched too hard and knocked loose from herself
and when the pieces rattled and ached with need
she tucked away the noisy parts
to quiet down the clatter and not draw attention.

She wanted so strong to please the dazzling God
of leaf and sky and sea
but forgot what her heart already knew,
taking on lies like a boat sinking fast
in the drama of “do good and make nice”
and holding her wildness inside.

Until hungry days delivered her back
to the wild shores of her trueness,
each healing tide washing up bits of her self discarded long ago,
and the Love who never left her sent each sparkling wave and smiled
as she tumbled free of the helpless madness
back home to herself.

Some of what she’d forgotten to remember
looks like this:

“Self care is an attitude toward ourselves and our lives that says
I’m responsible for myself.   I am responsible for leading or not living my life.
I’m responsible for tending my spiritual, emotional, physical and financial well-being.
I am responsible for identifying and meeting my needs.
I am responsible for solving my problems or learning to live with the ones I can’t solve.
I am responsible for my choices.
I am responsible for what I give and what I receive.
I am responsible for how much I enjoy life,  for how much pleasure I find in daily activities.
I am responsible for whom I love and how I choose to express this love.
I am responsible for what I do to others and for what I allow others to do to me.
I am responsible for my wants and desires.
All of me,  every aspect of my being,  is important.
I count for something.    I matter.”

-Melody Beattie

How beautiful is that:)
Thanks for coming by if you’ve been following along.
I know every day is a lot….it’s just for this August,  I think.
It’s resting me deep in some funky way.

Anyway,  I just learned that my edits don’t show up
on the e-mail subscription that arrives to some of you.
Ugh…….I usually edit quite a bit after I hit “publish” the first time.
I’ll try not to do that anymore…..do my tweaking before it gets to you.
Little learning curve for me…..sorry:)

those smiling eyes…

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There is a table where I’ve waited
in the corner of my heart,
where this girlish hope peered hard
for hurried, anxious eyes to stop and meet with mine,
and it felt sometimes like starving,
wishing they’d look at me and smile.

Somehow I learned to worry that maybe the heavy thing
that dragged the sparkle from those eyes
was me.

So I tried to help harder
and care harder
and work harder
and wait harder…

thank God it doesn’t work:)

Because another’s mood isn’t our mirror,
their struggle doesn’t say who we are,
their feelings  aren’t our portion,
and this dark table in the corner
isn’t where we have to spend our precious days
so I’m painting,  re-purposing and moving it on out,
into the light,

and it seems as if someone has opened a window
(was that there all along?)
and swirled drops of breeze and sunlight
into some closed off spaces
and it feels like my first taste of ice cream,
and I breathe sweet that the grin that I’m hungry for
is shining deep into my heart from my own smiling eyes.

(this little patch of words is simply
about self-care and soul-tending
in some of  the weedy parts of my garden.)

“I am not referring to acts of love,  kindness,  compassion,  and true helping
-situations where our assistance is legitimately wanted and needed
and we want to give that assistance.
These acts are the good stuff of life.
Rescuing or caretaking isn’t.”

-Melody Beattie

I’m taking this month of August
to rest my soul
by writing more
( I know,  not less…..go figure)
and coming around daily to post
the stuff that’s stirring in my heart.
You’re oh so welcome to drop in when you can.