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This has been a busy week in the "do-ing" and in the "be-ing" of full days taking me in two directions relentlessly. The learned habit of taking five breaths when overwhelmed has served me well in practicing the many returns to the present moment where balance lives. It is the center between the pulling of the world and the serenity of inner peace that provides the stability I need to function in both the secular and the spiritual sides of life. Practice, practice, practice to get to play at Carnegie Hall and to get through difficult days as well is the remembered advice I give myself. I will never get to play at Carnegie Hall but I can always arrive at an attitude of willingness each day to continue in the day, and play the song whose title is, This Twenty Four Hours .
The first five photos photos posted below, which were taken last week, are for me a reflection of "Path," the journey we all travel on through our lives.
Some music for the Journey:
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Some music for the Journey:
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-Steps-
The mystery, and the known
reality,
Emerges from darkness,
Springing, unexpectedly,
From its source, as it is released
into the light.
Soften resistance to the
Never Ending Calling,
God’s longing for our
return to where we belong.
Beginning again is the
first step,
Providing all we need to continue
the journey Home.
Disregard the escape
hatches on both sides,
As moving ahead one step
at a time
Keeps the focus on the
path God set us on.
The passageway is ever
held securely in our heart.
Bill Lagerstrom, 2014
A gray overcast day in Acadia on the Jessup Path.
In the cold and somewhat dismal days of Winter,
there is a path that will take us to home,
safety and warmth, because we know the way.
In the depths of the forest
there is always a trail.
Sometimes covered in snow,
sometimes obscured by Autumn's leaves -
there is always a path to follow.
When the end of each road is reached,
stop, pause. and enjoy the view of what lies ahead.
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The earth left to its own devices never completely dies. We, as guests to this wonder, have the priviledge of witnessing the joy of nature which invites us to look with new eyes at the miracles of each season. Hope that we will come alive after each of our season's passing is something of what I sense is offered every time I walk in woods and in forests.
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Here are two rather abstract photos of flight that I found appealing. I have no explanation for their attraction, only that there is something in the images that may at some point reveal their message - or may not. Sometines the sense of 'something more' is what is written in the visual dispatch sent from the spirit's abode within. To put it simply, a felt sense of something of value is received.
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Some Humor:
(We have a twelve foot mound of snow left from plowing outside our door which may never melt. I am thinking of putting a stamp on it and sending it to the devil. Everything can be of use.)
Peace until next week,
Bill Lagerstrom
