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“ I would like to spend the day on the slope of a mountain, listening to a parable about a lost sheep or a blighted vineyard.
For months my only companion would be this story, and the more I told it to myself the clearer everything would become.
Then, I would remove my helmet of opinions and walk into the public streets revealing the soft brown mushroom of my new head.
I would repeat the story to all groups of men drawing illustrations in the ground with a stick. I would leave them murmuring in a circle.
And late at night when the cold wind found the chinks of my house and disturbed the candle snub next to my bed,
I would hear the story told by the tongue of flame and watch te shadows of my former self flicker on the low ceiling and the walls of stone.
Conversion by Billy Collins
“ Each one is a gift, no doubt,
mysteriously placed in your waking hand
or set upon your forehead
moments before you open your eyes.
Today begins cold and bright,
the ground heavy with snow
and the thick masonry of ice,
the sun glinting off the turrets of clouds.
Through the calm eye of the window
everything is in its place
but so precariously
this day might be resting somehow
on the one before it,
all the days of the past stacked high
like the impossible tower of dishes
entertainers used to build on stage.
No wonder you find yourself
perched on the top of a tall ladder
hoping to add one more.
Just another Wednesday
you whisper,
then holding your breath,
place this cup on yesterday’s saucer
without the slightest clink.
Days by Billy Collins
“ We were born to embrace, not accept it
We were given nothing more, and so we kept it
As the colors of our boots keep fading
We live a life that we hate without saying
Who would listen to the cries of a poor man
We’ve never done nothing
How could we be something
Every heart has an hour of existence
Every breath brings a chance for redemption
If somehow we could wake up
Let us love
Like we were children
Make us feel
Like we’re still living
In a world I know that’s burning to the ground
Give us time
To beat the system
Make us find
What we’ve been missing
In a world I know that’s burning to the ground
In the crowd of the dead and disappointed
We’re ashamed, giving up on what we wanted
Take a chance on a long shot this time
Aren’t we all just at least worth another try
I’m a king in a land of abuses
Undermined by the promise of excuses
Who’s to win if we know that it’s not fair
Who’s to fight when it seems that no one cares
If somehow we could wake up
Let us love
Like we were children
Make us feel
Like we’re still living
In a world I know that’s burning to the ground
Give us time
To beat the system
Make us find
What we’ve been missing
In a world I know that’s burning to the ground
It’s hard to stay here, but where do we go
I know we can’t feel it anymore
It’s true that time is wearing us down
We fall further and further away
Waiting for always to change
Let us love
Like we were children
Make us feel
Like we’re still living
In a world I know that’s burning to the ground
Leave your hurting on the road behind you
Let the wind go with you ‘til the morning comes
Yeah your sorrow, it can’t save you
It won’t answer for what you’ve done
Let Us Love by NeedToBreathe
I by no means have any right to encourage contentment ever especially right now. I’m just as wanty and needy and utterly human or more so than the rest of you. Plus! There have been so many great deals (and my parents overcompensate with stuff occassionally to make up for—or more like to distract me—from my life of constant chronic pain and fatigue) that we have bought me all kinds of fun things. Things I don’t need but have wanted. And I guess these things are a double edged sword for me right now. They have brought me happiness and a kid-like glow—I’d jump up and down if my back wasn’t still out, but at the same time I feel guilty. My two “resolutions” this year were to spend time more wisely:
“the greatest trick of the devil is not to get us to do evil things but to have us wasting time” -Don Miller
and to be content no matter what the circumstances:
“I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever te circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him who gives me strength.” -Philippians 4:11-13 (that’s that verse in context by the way!) ;)
and while I have improved in these two areas this year it wasn’t consistent and it wasn’t by much and now I have been almost moved to tears I have felt so much plenty lately. I just sat in the recliner the other day staring at my nativity and was filled with the more than plenty in my life. And all I ask of all of you, well I’m not sure what I ask of you. I’m really not. I think I’m just feeling out loud on tumblr.
Part of what I’m feeling is for all of you whether you find yourself like me, engulfed by the plenty of it all thank the Lord and try to humble yourself to be as content as possible both in the plenty and in the want. The truth of it is is that if you are reading this on an iPhone or iPod or computer or laptop or another phone with Internet capabilities just like I am writing it on my iPod right now (my thumbs are killing me) how much more we already have compared to so many others right now. How much more our plenty should inspire us to give to those in need or want. Please find a way to use your resources to use your time and money in a way that isn’t wasteful. If you are interested in some charities, the three closest to my heart are
1. To Write Love On Her Arms
2. The Mentoring Project
3. The Stills Disease Foundation
thanks again for listening, God bless you with contentment, especially this time of year, and may we waste less time next year than we did this year.
Love, Kate
“ I sit down quietly in lotus position,
Meditating, meditating for nothing. Suddenly a voice comes to me:
‘To stay young, To save the world, Break the mirror.’
Last stanza of a Nanao Sakaki poem found in Traveling Mercies by Anne Lamott
“ I ask you.
This business of having been issued a body is deeply confusing—it’s another thing I’d like to bring up with God. Bodies are so messy, and disappointing. Every time I see the bumper sticker that says, “We think we are humans having spiritual experiences, but we are really spirits, having human experiences,” (a) I think it’s true, and (b) I want to ram the car.
Anne Lamott, Plan B
“ I started skiing only six years ago, and tend to have balance and steering problems. I fall fairly often, and flounder getting up, but I enjoy the part between the spills, humiliations, and abject despair—sort of like real life.
Anne Lamott, Plan B
Poe once said that the most beautiful thing in the world was a young dead woman. Whether you agree or not is of no interest to me. All I know is that I think he said this because there was so much sickness and death and loneliness suffocating him and the ones he cared about. If a young woman was spared the conflict, the trials, the tribulations of this world and was allowed to quickly move on to heaven he would think that to be beautiful. And while I don’t encourage a young death for anyone! I can still understand and feel his pain.
Today was a very tough day physically and I finally made it to bed tonight and was in such unbearable agony. And my thought process went something like “ahhhh. Make it stop” to “wait. No. Pain is good.” “yes Kate. You know pain is good.” I then realized that my head and my heart and my soul know that this world IS a “vale of soul making” and trials, conflict, tribulation, and pain give my soul an identity, but “in the moment” the body’s voice on the matter gets really loud. Screaming “who cares?!?!” the flesh wants what the flesh wants, but it is a battle of three against one, both mind, soul, and heart as three and the trinity as three against one, the flesh and the devil.
Plenty of times the bible has lamentful accounts of Gods people crying out to Him. They were just venting, and we too are allowed the same. To cry out to our Lord. Let Him take our sorrow and do with it whatever He pleases. Then let go of our earthly fleshy emotions and find our way back to logic, back to reason, back to reality as seen from Gods eyes.
I guess all this was to lead up to a poem I found by Shel Silverstein and to empty my mind on tumbler.
I WON’T HATCH
Oh I am a chickie who lives in an egg,
But I will not hatch, I will not hatch.
The hens they all cackle, the roosters all beg,
But I will not hatch, I will not hatch.
For I hear all the talk of pollution and war
As the people all shout and the airplanes roar,
So I’m staying in here where it’s safe and warm,
And I WILL NOT HATCH!
“ Things got broken-they always do-and children always yap and stamp and cry and demand your attention. It’s called real life, and it’s cracked and fragile, but the glue for me is the beating of my heart, love, and whatever attention I can pay to what matters most to me…
Anne Lamott, Plan B
“ My mind is my main problem almost all the time. I wish I could leave it in the fridge when I go out, but it likes to come with me. I have tried to get it to take up a nice hobby, like macrame, but it prefers to think about things, and jot down what annoys it.
Anne Lamott, Plan B
