Posts Tagged ‘spiritual

01
Apr
20

something beyond me…

in this moment along the Middle Fork of the Willamette R. in Oregon

31
Oct
19

a connection…

“Forests are like churches, hallowed places. There’s a stillness about them, a sort of reverence.” Sabrina Elkins

05
Jun
15

Comes to mind…

a hazy dream…lacking clarity…grasping…seeking to see just past…the brightness calling…the beauty before, but a distraction to something just beyond…calming

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24
May
15

Seeing the light…

bathe me in the light
let me for once hold clarity near
life is flying by

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07
Mar
15

seekers…

other world landscape

the harsh desert draws seekers

centered on meanings

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24
Feb
15

the other side….

to glimpse the other side

gives comfort and peace of mind

live with confidence

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21
Nov
14

Clouds…a spiritual affliction

“A cloudless plain blue sky is like a flowerless garden.” Terri Guillemets

Why the fascination with the clouds on the sky’s canvas? I doubt many of us consider too many of the cloud types or analyze the pending weather beyond amateurish speculations. Why the fascination with sunrises, sunsets, cloud’s contrasts and shapes? Is it imagery alone? Is there something just felt that is beyond beauty, majesty, whimsical, brooding?

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04
Aug
14

Looming, they summon me……

The clouds draw my attention. I cannot explain the attraction for the looming updrafts, the bulging and bursting explosions of greyness. I am fascinated by the majesty, the forces at play. It’s as if heaven or hell are at the doorstep and I stare. To some it’s just science, to some it is more.

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27
Jul
14

Brooding & The Mind

“Let us not paralyze ourselves for good, by brooding on man’s capacity for evil.” David Sarnoff 

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The mind, the power of the mind. A short bit of history, if you would…my father was a hillbilly boy from the holler near Panther, West Virginia. He was one of 11 children and for all intents out the door at 12 years of age working on the edges of saw mills and coal mines. In a few years he was off to war. To say he came from a harsh, sometimes violent, world is putting it mildly. He was quiet, he was fearless. He never graduated from 4th grade. He was self-taught, spiritual, philosophical and despite himself often a leader because of his dependable work ethic. He struggled with regrets, alcohol and an inability to show love.

Some where my father discovered The Science of Mind Magazine. A rag of a paperback magazine in the 1950’s. It had an impact on my father and he in turn was hell-bent on planting a seed in me: you have the power of your mind. You can change you, you can heal yourself, you can endure anything. As a boy of 12 or so, all I was hearing were the guys outside playing the sport of the season. I wanted to escape, but that was not the drill.

For a good few years, dinner would be finished and then I would sit upon a chair near my father. He would select a portion of his Science of Mind magazine and hand it to me. I had to read aloud the passage and then explain what it meant. Daunting. Reading aloud. Comprehending what I read.

In retrospect, he was being an amazing teacher and showing love and guidance his way. Out of the resentment I felt, grew those seeds of empowerment. This new age spiritual self awareness stuff that my wise, hillbilly father saw as worth more than sitting on a pew and taking guidance from someone else took hold. To him it was you & God. No church. A bit of the bible, your power of positive thinking and off toward the struggles of life.

How wise my father was. And, as usual, we don’t see that in the moment, but only later as life unfolds, unravels, boils over and we ultimately are faced with that core truth…it is up to you. Not once do I recall my father saying he loved me at any point in our lives. I only said those words to him as he took his final breaths, in his truly final moments of life. ‘I love you dad.” I stroked his grey hair as he chugged out his final breath.

Obviously this was my father’s way of saying ‘I love you.’ Those brooding clouds will come, how you handle the storms is, at least in part, up to you.

06
May
14

Spiritual Connections…A Pathway

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