Hi there family of like minded; talking about just waking up in the morning, a little foggy, coffee not ready yet, little phrases come which seem to point somewhere. like to share them, and hope that one here connects with them and extends them. this helps me wake up, as we are all connected by thought. some of these thoughts I may have picked up from Gibran, a poet and made them a part of myself; others I can see ACIM's influence here; they are all unfinished thoughts, and that's the whole point, that you be the one to finish them, although I mean all of you, for we are all one. love, alysia

8/25/05
choose well your prison of circumstantial thought; for you will call this home.
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the veil is denial. denial is the effect, not the cause. denial is the collective blanket; the soul awakening, the spirit covered over and tettered by it naturally. if  you be blessed with either a question, or an answer, deny it not. it is to begin. it is life only.
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you shall be free fractionarily; for time is that fraction of eternity.
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if you plant not a flower, a weed springs freely up. you may justify its location and call it pretty, but its aroma may be absent. only your nose knows the truth.
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humans are the effect; not the cause, of that which gave itself. Always we may ask, where is the rest of myself?
and this is where all the fun begins...you will laugh, but not all your laughter, you will cry, but not all your tears, you will think, but not all your thoughts, you will feel, but not all your feelings, you will die, but not all your deaths, you will climb all your mtn peaks and plummet all your vallys, yet not all of them in a single life.
take my hand so that we do this together and throw me not away, for too soon it seems, I become someone elses life.
 

These are really nice posts. Thanks for sharing.

Alysia,

Tagged me “right on” with being feisty but it does, indeed have two meanings. First time anyone called me that, to my face that is, was, guess where, an Excursion Workshop I attended back in Florida. Weird huh? At that time, I took it more as an insult because I didn’t feel the intent was backed with love, as yours is, plus I was coming from a different place.  I realized then, using my 50% rule, that probably the other felt threatened and I knew I was very uptight during that weekend.  Still a lot of learning took place and I can only assume responsibility for 50% of the bad feelings exchanged. Always a minimum of 50% and maximum of 100%.

Anyhow, this thread also got me to thinking about the different songs, poems, and stories that have popped up at pivotal points in my life to keep me going and stay focused for the next phase.  I remember how The Gambler and I’m a Woman got me to keep moving during and after my divorce and how Here Come the Rains Again helped me to grieve when the move was done.  I also remember how It’s a Wonderful World inspired me to perk up in the following year.  The Point and the story of Obleo and his dog Arrow was a story with music that ran through my mind before and long after this major change.  The Point has been recently reissued and I highly recommend it.

My dad had a poem that he used to repeat as one of his favorites, that also was kind of how he lived his life.  My brother is now going through a major shift in his life and I mentioned this poem to him.  He didn’t remember it but since I mentioned it to him, he is obsessed with getting a copy of the entire piece. So far he’s only found the first verse, which Glenn Campbell used in one of his songs. The poem went along the lines of, Thousands will tell you it cannot be done, millions will prophesize failure…he tackled the job one by one…and did it!  Hope we can get the whole thing because it seems to be the way of many of here now today, as I know it to be for my brothers and I.

Some posts back, you mentioned that your songs and those of others have helped you to express feelings and that others have responded to your songs and since this thread’s intent seems to be for the purpose of digesting and putting into words some of our lessons, it inspired me to write, It Was a Sad Day…  I just popped out somewhat in reaction to some of the other threads and the book channel on TV where there was just too much going on for me to address them point-by-point. But when the above came to me and I had the arena to jot it down, I then felt at peace. I’ve never written poetry, played music or even really danced, my passion has leaned more in the direction of the visual arts, but do appreciated these other forms more each day especially when words fail and peace and energy release is desperately needed. 

Thanks dear writer of songs and book(s)(s)... for your lovely (Love) response.  And like your mother, I too have side kick when I drive, I do most of it nowadays, who reminds me constantly that there a red light ½ mile down the road, yadda, yadda, yadda…LOL. 

Love, Jean    

Alysia,

I wanted to catch you when you are on so I just glanced at your post and I'll go back to it as soon as I post this.  My board keeps going off.

What’s really scaring me right now is that I repeatedly have two songs running through my head for a while now, “They’re gonna’ take a rope and hang me, hang me from the highest treeeee’, mother don’t you weep for me, repeat, whoop whoop mother don’t you weep for me…” and “These boots are made for walkin’ and that’s just what I’ll do, one of these days I’m gonna’ walk right out on you” but I suspect that they have something to do with my job.  I know that they don’t have anything to do with my sweet family.

Love, Jean

( Some posts back, you mentioned that your songs and those of others have helped you to express feelings and that others have responded to your songs and since this thread’s intent seems to be for the purpose of digesting and putting into words some of our lessons, it inspired me to write, It Was a Sad Day…  I just popped out somewhat in reaction to some of the other threads and the book channel on TV where there was just too much going on for me to address them point-by-point. But when the above came to me and I had the arena to jot it down, I then felt at peace. I’ve never written poetry, played music or even really danced, my passion has leaned more in the direction of the visual arts, but do appreciated these other forms more each day especially when words fail and peace and energy release is desperately needed. 

Thanks dear writer of songs and book(s)(s)... for your lovely (Love) response.  And like your mother, I too have side kick when I drive, I do most of it nowadays, who reminds me constantly that there a red light ½ mile down the road, yadda, yadda, yadda…LOL)

Alysia, I just had to pop in and save you are a Darling and I will always love ya....Whos gonna listen to Me? If Not YOU!  LOL

Ricardo

Jean, maybe though, you are like me, a little too protective? always taking care of others? I was like this with my mom until I saw she didn't want me to take care of her   fine. I promptly died. I told you she was fiesty, right? well I meant Really fiesty. sure she was cute too. but the fiestyness was verging on pure stubborness. its ok. the relationship is released or balanced now. I truly love stubborn people too especially Lucy Arnaz people...entertaining. I do not change people was my lesson. was thinking those newbies you are trying to protect...maybe they came here for this conflict? maybe you can't do anything but be yourself, maybe you can't change things either, but I think you can be yourself. I think you smile a lot at them and you think your smile is not worth much. but it is love, it is! I can't begin to tell you how many times a small gesture moved me forward into hope, into thanksgiving..into deeper into myself. I wanted to give you a bit of hope in your hard job where u are. it's probably the hardest profession of all. at least people like me, they can go and distract themselves from the work...you are in the midst of it constantly. I'm sure you are working your magic and not even aware of it. the newbies...aren't we all? in a sense? ACIM says we teach what we need to learn..wet behind the ears are we all in a way..but they are exactly where they need to be in the fray of it all and they are lucky someone like you tries to watch out for them. I always thought what doesn't kill me will make me stronger but it takes so many years to see the whole picture. hold on to your seat belts for the most fantanstic shift in consciousness this world has ever seen. I feel it coming, it's here. (ps. the bottom will start to look like the top, and the top will start to look like the bottom!) ha ha!

Alysia, I do tend to voice what they, the newbies are afraid to voice for fear of being considered naive or stupid as I did when I was going to school as an older student. I'm the one that always asked the stupid questions because I no longer really cared what "they", peers, thought of me and it worked out great. Not only did I get my questions answered, but so did they. It's the least an oldster can do for the younger generation. But these newbies don't need protection beyond me speaking my mind from my own reality, they're are pretty super human beings. I can't believe how wonderful, dedicated, and interesting are the people I work with/for or how beautiful, insightful, and interesting the clients are or how much lack of support this field sometimes gets. Still it's a happenen place to be, even though it maybe pretty temporary. Anyway, I hope so.

Love, Jean