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Broken Records

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Charlotte Gainsbourg, AnOther
The Mag #153

"Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened" ~T.S. Eliot


The song of old regrets plays like nostalgic records inside my broken heart and weary mind. I carefully place each one on the player and replay each song until I have memorized every line.
Then I dance with each lament like lovers close enough to keep whispering in my ear.
So the breath of one hundred aches and grievances sing softly yet they sing clear,
with the cadence of a blues song it is an elegy and never rings with glory like a hymn.
All the records play only sad songs that speak to my heart a penance for my lost sins,
and I keep them deep in a forlorn place where my heart slips down into sorrows like too much wine,
for the dance of life has awkward steps that fall short of perfection each and every time.




I am generally a positive person and do not dwell on my mistakes and regrets as much as I probably could, but…

A Certain Warmth

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The Mag #152


"If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it." ~Lucy Larcom



Each of us has a longing deep in our soul for the warmth of another's touch.
So we reach out our hands with a quivering want like winter's soldier by the camp fire hoping to quell loneliness's abysmal sting, for life is sometimes cold and the atmosphere around us can be lonely and parched no matter what direction we turn.  Yet, if we truly long to find warmth from outside of ourselves, and hold something more than an arsenal of empty sorrows by our side, then we need to learn how to relinquish our need to grasp it so tightly, and give some of what we hold away.  Like any great loving gift, the reward is always as lovely as the offering.  Karma always comes round full circle no matter how large the sphere.  So reach out to the world with the warmth of kindness.with all that you possess inside, and watch the beauty and warmth of the flickering flame spread like wild fire.



Dear lon…

The Loves of My Life

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Love comes into our life so many ways, but it is the little ones that we give birth to in this world and hold utterly within our arms that capture our heart completely... ...and then God sends us more through ways we could not have planned or expected and our lives are even more blessed.... ....and each one of these wonderful grown children is the love of my life!


...and then there is the Grandchildren.....well they come along and we fall in love all over again....and they rule our heart and world!
Who is the love of your life?....and why?




Immersion

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"God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled."  ~Author Unknown


This life is an endless pool of wonders full of lessons at every splash we must dive in at the deep end with all the guts and strength we have life cannot be truly lived observing at the water's edge you have to utterly submerge until every fiber of your being is wet it is an exploration that carries one deeper as it goes a baptismal of guidance more profound as the heavier current flows so immerse yourself in life like a missionary with a mighty cause for no one else can swim it for you it's your own gain or your own loss.

The Indwelling

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image by Daniel Murtagh
The Mag #150

"Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard." ~Anne Sexton


There is a certain beauty that surely dwells within the outermost door and it speaks to the deaf and mute reaching out to comfort the grieved and poor the blind detect its presence through its warmth like the laying on of praying hands still it stands there naked with a purity not seen by the mortal eyes of man faith is its companion as they lay on sheets that bear hope to a world in need it is an intimate miracle within the breast of every man's hopes and inherent creed somewhere between one's doubts and beliefs it comes out into a glimpse of the heart's eye a beauty beyond compare in grace it heals the broken and restores vision to all the blind.











The Journey

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Life itself is an exile. The way home is not the way back. -Colin Wilson

The Present is the Inheritance of Now

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"A day is Eternity's seed, and we are its Gardeners."  ~Erika Harris
If only we could grow time like corn in a field... for it does seem that time has wings of its own... and it wrinkles all in its path...
...but what a beautiful ride that it is...
...and at times it can be confusing and seem to spiral out of our grasp...   then pieces seem to get lost along the way...  and focus all we may the clock keeps ticking at the same pace...
as time ripples outward to tomorrow from yesterday...
yet, no matter how you look at it...time stops for no one, so listen to the words of dear Emily who said:

"Forever is composed of nows."  ~Emily Dickinson


Wishing everyone a Happy New Year!


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