Harmonics

Harmonics
Image: John Whitney

As the sound of sorrow multiplies

So does the song of hope.

As fear reverberates

So can circles of compassion.

As hate amplifies,

So does love.

We can choose.

Which harmonics

To make ours.

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Measure of Hope

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In every time of

Hardship

There is a

Measure of

Hope.

In every time of sorrow

There is a

Measure of

Love

For what was

Lost.

In every uphill struggle

There is a

Measure of

Vistas

To be reached.

In every battle

There

Must

Be

A measure of

Understanding

For the

Absolute

Necessity

Of

Peace.

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Center Of Everything

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At the center of everything,

There’s heartbeat

And love.

At the center of everything,

Live intention

And compassion.

The currencies

Of empathy and growth,

The misty breath

Of light

Amidst the chaos.

At the center of everything,

Spin the threads that weave

Together

Soul and healing

Breadth and scope,

Into a tapestry

Of freedom

Peace and

Hope.

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Above all, Love.

Breathe now

The light

That dances on the pavement

Filters between branches of bare trees

From winter sky.

Breathe now

Because the truth

Remains

In spite

Of images

Or imaginings

Of misplaced

Amplified

Fear.

Breathe …

Because above all,

Love.

Of life

Of nature

Earth

All babies

Freedom

Oxygen and gravity.

Love of

Heart strings and connection

Of compassion

And

The ties that bind.

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Photo by A.Katz

 

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Happy Everything

There are a few things so precious as knowing one is seen, heard, known, accepted, cherished.

Loved.

As is.

Just because.

And no matter what or when or how or what else is most certainly going on that may well take front seat and burner.

Few things are as real to the core of one’s heart and to the moon and back again.

When I forget, in the bustle of the day-to-day annoyances and to-do lists and in the boggy mess of worry and all manner of variegated helplessness … I remember.

This.

A card from a dear friend who is no longer here in physical form, and who even as she struggled to find light at the end of the already quite dark tunnel of the illness that would soon after claim her life, still held the thought and found the energy to send me this.

Just because.

From India.

A transcript of caring.

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via Discover Challenge: Transcript

Renewal Blessing

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As all life renewed is celebrated

in birth, rebirth, and freedom,

May your life be filled with flourish

and may color glad your heart.

May the wheels of time spin softly

taking you on sun-warmed rides,

And may you know that love, completely,

Blooms and overflows inside.

More Alike Than Different

Sharing a link below to a fabulous set of photos from around the world, of parents with their children, doing the things parents and children do best: living life, sharing smiles, bonding, comforting, playing, laughing, being, holding … loving.

The locations are almost redundant, inasmuch as they portray universality, anyway.

Because we are, all of us, far more alike than different.

May our commonality be what leads humanity going forth, and not the smallish misconception of separation. After all, what seems different is insignificant once you strip reality down to its components: care, love, connection, hope.

Click below to enjoy:

http://www.buzzfeed.com/mikespohr/incredible-photos-of-parents-from-around-the-world?bffb#48a14qb