Monday Musing


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The Seed Cracked Open.

It used to be
That when I would wake in the morning
I could with confidence say,
“What am ‘I’ going to Do?”

That was before the seed cracked open.
Now Hafiz is certain:
There are two of us housed in this body,

Doing the shopping together in the market
And tickling each other while fixing the evening’s food.

Now when I awake
all the internal instruments play the same music:
“God, what holy mischief can ‘We’ do for the world today?” ` Hafiz, The Gift

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Happy Mother’s Day

150px-Mother Galanda

150px-Mother Galanda (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This is a special Sunday and I wanted to recognize some very exceptional and beautiful people. This is my message to you:

Happy Mother’s Day to all of the Mothers, and surrogate Mothers, out there. May your day be filled with leisure, love and time with your children/grandchildren.

For those friends who have lost their Mother, you are in my thoughts. I pray that you hold good thoughts and memories about your beloved mother and that she is still alive in your heart. She will always be your Mother.

Finally, to those friends who are Mothers who have lost your precious children, I can’t presume to comprehend your thoughts and feelings, except to the extent that when I think of losing one of my beloved children, it shatters my heart. All that I can say is that I am sorry for your loss and pray for you as you go through this day. Yet, you still are, and always will be, a treasured mother. Happy Mother’s Day!

To the rest of you, have a great Sunday. Now, get out there and make some memories!

 

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Quote Tuesday


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“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is everywhere — on water and land.”      ~ Walt Whitman

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Creative Writing Saturday


English: A 1951 Model 500 telephone from my ow...

English: A 1951 Model 500 telephone from my own collection. Taken by ProhibitOnions, 2007. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Quiet World

In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe. ~ Jeffrey McDaniel
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