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Spiritual Revelations for those seeking Humanity in Humans ~~CordieB.

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Thankful Thursday

Wow, I can’t believe it is Thursday already. I have been rather quiet this week, working on transfering and updating my server based blog over at Reflections in the Mirror. I thought I’d try my hand at this to give me more options on what to do with blog; besides I’ve been paying for the server for two years and have not made good use of it.  So, this week has been rather slow in communication with you dear hearts, but do know that you are all in my thoughts, my heart, and my soul.

Today I am thankful that:

1. Tomorrow is Friday, and the weekend is near!

2. I skipped my shower this morning; however, the water is still on so I can take a shower now.  🙂  (Visit Oracle of A Pearl)

3. I’m breathing!

4. I’m seeing!

5. I’m feeling!

Remember, we have so much for which we can be thankful.  We talk, we walk, we see, we hear, we think and we inhale, we exhale, usually without effort!  So, why is it we spend so much time dwelling on what we can’t do, don’t have, and what is going wrong?  We can immediately recall negative experiences, people and circumstances without seeing we have the ability to walk away, get away, or make a change!  Perhaps we have far too many options from which to choose!   Perhaps we simply like complaining?  I think if we spend just a little more time saying thanks for what we have, we won’t have so much time to dwell on what we lack.  So, let’s activate the devine laws of abundance by being ever greatful for the allness of life.  When the universe sees we are conscious of and greatful for what we have,  it is buzzed to to shower us with more.  Even when it seems the well is dry, we can affirm, "I can hardly wait to see the good that will come from this!" 

Peace, Light and Love my kindred spirited sisters and brothers!

 

~CordieB.

From Lush to Love

This poem was written in response to Simply Snickers Prompt. This week’s words were look, line, and lush. This week, we celebrate the birthday of French Impressionist and Pointillist painter Camille Pissarro, who was born on July 10, 1830.  Thanks Linda for the inspiration on this one.   I was also inspired by a recent post written by Tobeme, End of the Rope.  Thanks, Tobeme!

Woman Hanging Laundry by Cammile Pissaro, 1887
Woman Hanging Laundry by Cammile Pissaro, 1887

 

From Lush to Love

In the very back of the garden, behind the evergreen bush

resides a homeless gent who years ago was labeled a lush

life had dealt him a bad hand; he’d reached the end of his rope

so he drowned his misery and pain and gave up all hope

and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine at his table

the poor gent became just what his peers had labeled

In the middle of the garden under the bright sunshine

stood a single mother hanging cloths on the line

She knew the pain of being judged and ostracized

Yet with the faith of her being, above all obstacles she’d rised

she found a loving connection with the man at her garden’s inn

so she made it a point that he’d have at least one friend

so each day after retrieving her cloths off the line

she’d invite him into her home for a hot meal and wine

he’d tell her the stories that lead to his fall from grace

to each sad story she’d give a positive spin in its place

she reminded him he had a beautiful soul and loving heart

as time moved on he embraced each day with a fresh new start

he developed a positive out look on life and love

Discovering his his true self, he became aligned thereof

and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine  at the table…

the peaceful gent became just what the kind mother had labeled

~CordieB.

Another Quote for the Day:  Don’t let ’em steal your joy ~Sinbad

Quote for the Day:  We are what we believe we are. ~CordieB.

Peace, Light and Love. . . .

 

Spiritual Riddle – It’s the little things…

speaking of joy by ~marielliott

speaking of joy by ~marielliott

I am the soft tickle of bubbles blown in the air
I am the wind gently billowing through each strand of your hair
I am the lucky discovery of a lone four-leaf clover
I am the ecstasy of the first kiss from a new-found lover
I am the the amazed eyes upon the first look…
Of newborn babe, straight from mommy’s nook

I am the amused, confused on a roller coaster ride
I am the quiet majestic of the ascending tide
I am sweet rain gently falling to the ground
I am the whispers of the leaves heard without  sound
I am that which comes so often; yet we don’t understand…
the blessed dawn, as sunlight blankets the land

I’m seen in the stars, shining ever so bright
I’m heard in the voices of lovers each night
I’m felt in the kiss of a rose on a nose…
and the sweet, sweet aroma of that fragrant rose

I am laughter on hindsight of not going berserk
I am a hug and fresh sheets after a long day’s work;
The sun peaking through the clouds after a pouring rain storm
The rainstorm after a drout of love transformed
I’m more valuable than all riches, and everything
I exist in the little things and what they bring

I am the sensation of a Popsicle on a hot summer’s day
I am the innocence of life and love in children’s play
I am an Angel, often found in the eyes of a girl or a boy
I am most mystical, not egotistical, yet so simplistical…
I am….. (click below for riddle answer) 🙂

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In the Course of One’s Lifetime

Eternal Solitude I, ~CordieB

Eternal Solitude I, ~CordieB

In the course of one’s lifetime

what will one learn?

will one learn of hatred?

what bridges will one burn?

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In the course of one’s lifetime

in the blink of an eye

will one find the answers

to the who, what and why?

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In the course of one’s lifetime

what will one sing?

will one sing a love song?

what gifts will one bring?

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In the course of one’s lifetime

what crafts will one master?

what gods will one serve…

in the mists of disaster?

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In the course of one’s lifetime

What will one fulfill

Will one’s cup flow over

what bridges will one build?

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In the course of one’s lifetime

What heights will one climb?

How far  will one fall?

In the depths of sublime?

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In the course of a lifetime

what will one foresee

when one takes his last breath…

what will one’s thoughts be?

~CordieB.

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Opening lines from Gregory David Robert’s Shantaram:

“It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured. I realized, somehow, through the screaming in my mind, that even in that shackled, bloody helplessness, I was still free: free to hate the men who were torturing me, or to forgive them. It doesn’t sound like much, I know. But in the flinch and bite of the chain, when its all you have got, that freedom is a universe of possibility. And the choice you make, between hating and forgiving,can become the story of your life.”

Quote for the Day:  You can be so heavenly bound until you are no earthly good – Dr. Oscar Lane

“In the Course of One’s Life Time ” inspired by  Simply Snicker’s Poetry Prompt.  This weeks words were, climb, course, and craft.  Let us keep Linda and the Midwest, USA, in our prayers, as she and her community have endured natural disasters due to flooding this week.

Emotionally Needy

This is my submission to g-man and his weekly fab friday flash 55

boom op blauw ~  jennifer eeuwijk  - © All rights reserved.
boom op blauw ~ jennifer eeuwijk – © All rights reserved.

Be mindful of the emotionally needy…

These individuals will drain your joy; wreck your soul…

Stay cognizant of the emotionally greedy…

Who require grand accolades and attention to feel whole

Not realizing that wholeness is found within…

Not realizing the world does not revolve around them…

Not realizing you can’t actually put them together again….

~Written by CordieB.

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Quote for the Day….

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put humpty dumpty back together again…yet his Creator could make him like brand new!   Humpty just needed to want and believe it! 

~CordieB with inspiration from Mother Goose

Indecisiveness

This poem was prompted by Simply Snickers.  The words for this week were: damp, decide, and droll.

Indecision by *moonmomma

Indecision by *moonmomma

Indecisiveness

Indecisiveness takes its toll
On the drollness and lightness of our soul
Made up minds lift the dread filled weight
lingering heavily on our fate

Indecision stunts our growth
though deciding we may loath
one must move through inconclusive’s brace
holding mind, body and spirit stuck in place…

till decisions can be made
life continues, low-keyed; afraid
knowing in the back of mind
choices must be made in time

Preventing  souls from moving free
intensifying fears of what may or may not be
lest we move from fear to flight
we may never see the light

Though decisions may be wrong
lack of choice only prolongs
mending of spirit and self torn apart
when in dire doubt, follow your heart

Written by CordieB.

Spiritual Thought for The Day

Redwoods in contemplation - courtesy of controltheweb under a Creative Commons License
Redwoods in contemplation – courtesy of controltheweb under a Creative Commons License

I received this via email today from a very good friend… I simply had to pass it on!!!

The Buzzard: If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.

THE BAT: The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.

THE BUMBLEBEE: A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.

PEOPLE: In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations, never realizing that all we have to do is look up!