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Written by Dave Ferruolo
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Wednesday, 10 March 2010 13:38 |
A Gift of Love Yesterday was a great day. It was one of those 'once in a while' days when you feel totally connected with Heaven and Earth. I existed totally in the moment, and completely detached from all past and present stresses. I felt as if I were floating on a cloud. But that is not what made the day so special. No, you see, yesterday I spent the entire day with my 4 ½ year old son, and he showed me something that we all sometimes forget--that love, in it's pure form, is the power of the universe, and that no matter what is happening in your life, love can make it all better. The day started out as many do. I woke early and wrote for a while. I let our dog out and refreshed her food and water bowl. I straightened the living room and did last night's dinner dishes. Everything was all so normal. I finally heard the bouncing up and down on the bed from the second floor of the house. I knew my little buddy was up, so I brought him a drink of milk. We exchanged our mooring hellos and hugs. He asked if he could play in his room for a while, and I agreed. The day was shaping up nicely. It was eight o'clock and not a cloud in the sky. It was about 65 degrees, and the heat of the sun was quickly warming the earth. It was going to be beautiful. I sat at my desk and connected to the internet, as I do most mornings. I checked to see if I had any email; I didn't. I then went to view the morning's news headlines. The Katrina aftermath and the price of gas topped the headlines, once again. Sadness swept over me, and I became a bit worried about the state of our great country and all the people living with loss and sadness. So many struggles, so much loss, so much pain. I sat in quite contemplation for a while, until the silence was broken... "Can we go for a hike in the woods, Daddy?" my son asked with a huge smile on his face. "Sure, buddy," I replied, and after a good breakfast, I packed him and our Aussie into the truck and off we went. |
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Written by Administrator
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Wednesday, 10 March 2010 13:31 |
Sacred Love Growing through Challenges; Part 1 STAY CLOSE, MY HEART Stay close, my heart, to the one who knows your ways;
Come into the shade of the tree that allays has fresh flowers.
Don't stroll idly through the bazaar of the perfume-markers:
Stay in the shop of the sugar-seller.
If you don't find true balance, anyone can deceive you;
Anyone can trick out of a thing of straw,
And make you take it for gold
Don't squat with a bowl before every boiling pot;
In each pot on the fire you find very different things.
Not all sugarcanes have sugar, not all abysses a peak;
Not all eyes possess vision, not every sea is full of pearls.
O nightingale, with your voice of dark honey! Go on lamenting!
Only your drunken ecstasy can pierce the rock's hard heart!
Surrender yourself, and if you cannot be welcomes by the Friend,
Know that you are rebelling inwardly like a thread
That doesn't want to go through the needle's eye!
The awakened heart is a lamp; protect it by the him of your robe!
Hurry and get out of this wind, for the weather is bad.
And when you've left this storm, you will come to a fountain;
You'll find a Friend there who will always nourish your soul.
And with your soul always green, you'll grow into a tall tree
Flowering always with sweet light-fruit, whose growth is interior. RUMI Ego is the shell surrounding the real you, and sometimes that shell is made of such steel it can't be moved with dynamite. The shell is made from "should be this and shouldn't be that" and "be like this and be like that". The shell is made from other people's opinions, our opinions, and institutional opinions. They are our most valued commodities because we feel we are someone when we give or have them. They are the cheapest things on earth, everyone gives them for free, yet, they are the most expensive because the price we pay for valuing them, is a broken hearted love. |
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Written by Administrator
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Wednesday, 10 March 2010 13:26 |
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Great book! Couldn't put it down. I really enjoyed reading this book, and I am looking forward to the sequels. The characters in the story are easy to relate to, while solid wisdom pops up throughout the volume inspiring me to become better. I have already recommended this book to several of my friends, and they love it too. |
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I Love You, Miss Huddleston |
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Written by Administrator
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Sunday, 28 February 2010 22:42 |
I Love You, Miss Huddleston: And Other Inappropriate Longings of My Indiana Childhood
Back In The Day....... Philip Gulley can definitely make you laugh out loud with this book. Back in the 1970's when we were "free range children" and allowed to have a childhood, life was much more interesting. Granted, your mom would know your indiscretions before you even hit the back door, but that was the price you paid for having fun.
Gulley tells his tales, he admits that these are the parts that he remembers and that's what he is sticking with, of living in Indiana and that it was pretty much heaven on earth even with the flannel graphs in Sunday school. Maybe that is why this good Catholic boy became a Quaker minister. |
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Sunday, 28 February 2010 22:34 |
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Gulley does it again! Although I have only read two books of Gulley, I have become a great fan of his. Home Town Tales is a perfect follow-up of Front Porch Tales. I do prefer his first book to Home Town Tales; nevertheless it's a book worth reading. I highly recommend it. There has been an influx lately of books like Chicken Soup for the Soul. At first they were okay, but I got kind of sick of them and already found them corny, mainly because the books were characterised merely by quantity of stories and not by their quality- the stories somehow trailed the same messages, the same lines of thought, the same points. But Home Town Tales is different- the stories are not predictable, yet they occur in an ordinary man's (or shall I say extraordinary?) ordinary life. Heart-warming... it makes you go "ahh..." with a tear in your eye, and discover the mawkish in you. |
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