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FAMOUS IN YOUR U NIVERSE

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U  NIVERSE
It might as well be useless
I mean 
What exactly is a 
NIVERSE
Nary another nothing until a
U
Is brought not just to it
                    but for IT
Who would think
(Not Many)
That it takes a U
your simply perfectly imperfect 
You-est  U
To not just complete 
                     include
But actually create 
The Universe
with the best part being 
that it is evermore being 
Created/Recreated because of
Oh the holiest of holies 
U

 

JUST A MOMENT: THE NOTES OF OUR LIVES

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The notes of our lives are not played by ourselves.            .            .

.            .            .when we pause
to hear those notes
it’s just not some scale that we maybe used to know
it truly is a joy to the world
that we can’t hear at any other time.            .           .

Now the real question is not just will you hear that song you play.            .            .
Will you share that song?
In Just a moment we can all know

A BAD DAY

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BAD DAY by Daniel Potter came out well over 14 years ago and we haven’t heard much from him since but he left us with a question:  WHAT QUALIFIES AS A BAD DAY?  And maybe even more: WHAT DO YOU DO ABOUT IT?

Ok. You had a bad day. Seriously, not to minimize, that but exactly what does the Bad Day look like for you?  No matter what your definition is, we can bet that it’s varied between each of us and all of us a bad day arrange from a wrong cup of coffee in the morning to a fender bender to the loss of a pet to the loss of a loved one to a bad bad result from a test, to any one who has had to suffer and now endure the effects of recent hurricanes and flooding or living in the Middle East.

person wearing red hoodie

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Whatever a bad day is, can we safely assume that somebody that doesn’t look like they’re having a bad day, just may be having one and that maybe just maybe, we can make it less bad, not better, just less bad?

Now guaranteed.          .          .If  you do that and you consistently do that.          .            . bad day’s may not completely go away, but they do fade and lose some of their sting.                 .                 .
IN THE MEANTIME:

Please, try hard not to make your bad day a bad day for Another

HANGING IN THERE

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It’s a common response and answer to the question of how are you doing?  And sometimes we shrug our shoulders or we raise eyebrows or we just heavy sigh, “Hanging in there.”  Pretty loaded response to an even more power keg kind of a question.          .          .Less of one that any ears ever stay around long enough to hear the next question: “No, really how are you doing. . . ?

We are all sometimes just hanging in there and the scene itself, the image itself, is not usually one that pops in our mind is it?  If it’s kind of the one that doesn’t pop in our mind, hanging, it can’t be good, even if it’s with strong fingers and hopefully not around our neck.          .          .But the truth of the matter is, it feels more around our necks, tightening than it does around our fingers loosening.               .            .

Be A Caring Catalyst enough to ask one more question beyond an answer that’s given to you because it’s the greatest way not only to show your care and to offer your compassion, but more importantly to loosen the noose, and free somebody from it.             .            .

HANGING IN THERE
no matter how we
Frame It
or decorate it up
or glamorize THERE
I’m still Hanging
             Dangling about wildly
Oh that my tired fingers don’t weaken
My nail beds don’t rip
and hold strong
And that the Hangman’s noose
doesn’t slip from grasping hand
to tighten away all that’s left of me
around my neck

UNLOOSE THE NOOSE.            .             .
WE ALWAYS HAVE THAT POWER
OVER ANOTHER
UNLOOSE THE NOOSE

THE WEIGHT OF WAIT

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I LOVE TO WAIT.      .      .said nobody ever.            .            .

It’s the pure test of what we call what most of us don’t have: P  A  T  I  E  N  C  E

WE HAVE NONE, and if we’re made to wait all the audacity or anger; all our frustrations, not just from waiting, but everything, EVERYTHING else comes into that moment, and it adds to the WEIGHT  of WAIT

But let’s imagine, just for a moment, (that’s right, a REAL MOMENT where we self-impose WAIT)  if we use that time,  those mere moments of  time,  of what we call waiting;  if we use it to think, to analyze, to listen, to pause, to dare say: analyze or meditate.            .            .

Presume of all the weight.          .           .so let’s suppose the next time that you’re forced to WAIT  we actually use it for one of those things.            .            .wouldn’t it change everything.            .            . taking the WEIGHT out of the WAIT

It could happen.             .            .

The question is

will  it ?

Let’s, uhmmmmm wait and see.            .            .

WHAT GRIEF LOOKS LIKE

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AND WE ARE ALL IN IT.          .           .
ALL OF IT
L             I             F             E
that has this amazing coin
no bank contains
but each pocket contains:
LOVE
with the flip side of
GRIEF

This is what grief is. A hole ripped through the very fabric of your being.
The hole eventually heals along the jagged edges that remain. It may even shrink in size.
But that hole will always be there.
A piece of you always missing.
For where there is deep grief, there was great love.
Don’t be ashamed of your grief.
Don’t judge it.
Don’t suppress it.
Don’t rush it.
Rather, acknowledge it.
Lean into it.
Listen to it.
Feel it.
Sit with it.
Sit with the pain. And remember the love.
This is where the healing will begin.

[Melancolie by Albert György]
This heartbreakingly beautiful sculpture is called Melancolie. It was created by Albert György (living in Switzerland, but born in Romania) and can be found in Geneva in a small park on the promenade (Quai du Mont Blanc) along the shore of Lake Geneva

S       O.                    .                    .
What does your GRIEF
really look like?
Please, tell me.            .            .
I’m not here to take it from you
.    .   .it’s not mine to have
but I’d be honored to
c o m p a n i o n
it
with you

 

NEEDING TO BE MORE THAN JUST SOMETHING

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Sometimes LIFE calls for us to be more than just

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JUST A MOMENT: REMEMBERING TO FORGET

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WELL.          .          .
Have you.          .          .
Have you ever walked into room and forgot why you walked in?
Hey, wouldn’t be great if we could forget to remember
what we really need to forget to remember.        .       .
The wrong somebody did us.     .     .
The story somebody told about us.        .        .
The word they used against us.          .          .
Hard to forget all of those THAT’S
but we have a nice saying that salt-in-the-wound-STINGS:
FORGIVE AND FORGET
or how about this one:
“I’ll forgive you, but I won’t forget it.      .     .”
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Maybe it’s time.     .     .
maybe it’s really time that we do forget to remember
Seriously, right now, right here,
what it is that YOU need to forget to remember.          .          .
Uhhhh, guess what.          .         .
I T
doesn’t take a lifetime
or ages
or conditions
I  T
can happen in, in, in just a moment.           .          .
The question is,
WILL
I  T

YOUR WOW MOMENT

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What’s your WOW MOMENT.           .          .

Was your WOW one of you ever been having been someplace and then your sensor came out your Boundary Guard rose up and it kept you from not saying what you really felt.            .            .            ?

W   O    W.            .            .

What’s your WOW moment?

Was it at a concert?

Was it at a play?

Was it a movie?

Was it just sitting there watching a sunset or watching one of your kids or grandkids
play.        .        .        ?

When’s  the last time you could contain your

W                    O                    W

and what
and when
do you think the next time will be.            .            .            ?

In the meantime, watch THIS WOW MOMENT again and then be about creating some:

W                    O                    W

ONE DAY

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The one day of it all is just as unthinkable as it is unimaginable and yet it doesn’t cancel out the one day of it all that’ll never make it across our calendars or all the ones we love and never have the chance to know or love that we call
family. . . .

HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT THIS:

In 100 years like in 2124 we will all be buried with our relatives and friends.          .          .

Strangers will live in our homes we fought so hard to build, and they will own everything we have today. All our possessions will be unknown and unborn, including the car we spent a fortune on, and will probably be scrap, preferably in the hands of an unknown collector.            .            .

Our descendants will hardly or hardly know who we were, nor will they remember us. How many of us know our grandfather’s father?

After we die, we will be remembered for a few more years, then we are just a portrait on someone’s bookshelf, and a few years later our history, photos and deeds disappear in history’s oblivion. We won’t even be memories.

If we paused one day to analyze these questions, perhaps we would understand how ignorant and weak the dream to achieve it all was.            .            .

If we could only think about this, surely our approaches, our thoughts would change, we would be different
people.          .          .

Always having more, no time for what’s really valuable in this life. I’d change all this to live and enjoy the walks I’ve never taken, these hugs I didn’t give, these kisses for our children and our loved ones, these jokes we didn’t have time
for.            .            .

Those would certainly be the most beautiful moments to remember, after all they would fill our lives with joy.
And we waste it day after day with greed, greed and intolerance.            .            .
Anonymous,

The freshly dug earth resembles coffee grounds that will never be roasted, certainly never brewed, and most absolutely never drunk. Take a sip of what you can drink, and save her not what you have, not what you could have had, not what one day you might have had, but who you are: The Dust of the Earth; Brewed.  Enjoyed.  Savored and at its best, shared with another.            .            .

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