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drew posted an update 2 days, 13 hours ago
Every time I follow Beauty in all the ways it hides and shows and comes and goes, it always leads me to the same Source; each time letting me stay a little longer, understand a little more, cast a little further.
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drew commented on the post, casting 2 days, 13 hours ago
Every time I follow Beauty in all the ways it hides and shows and comes and goes, it always leads me to the same Source; each time letting me to stay a little longer, understand a little more, cast a little further.
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drew posted a new activity comment 4 days, 6 hours ago
Somehow I missed this one. Very beautiful!
In reply to - JDwrites commented on the post, stories Since I was a little girl, I wrote stories and poetry. Grandpa’s great boating accident, poems about rabbits and flowers, diary entries for an imaginary adventure happening only in my head. I had frozen tigers in the back yard that came to life in the moonlight, a gorilla in my attic with an appetite for fathers, angry snowbeasts that wanted their snowballs freed from our kitchen freezer. Sadness captured, sweet moments immortalized, thoughts cemented onto paper: there are all there waiting to surface again. My aunt told me I had a writer’s spirit born into my heart. Now each time I pause to let the words seep through my fingertips into written form, my aunt’s spirit smiles at my side as my hearts muse.” • View -
drew posted an update 4 days, 6 hours ago
The lullaby we first heard while in the womb
we search for from thereafter until the tomb,
somewhere in the laughter and the whispers of love, in the silent harmonics of a heartfelt hug, a part of it’s there. -
drew commented on the post, lullaby 4 days, 7 hours ago
The lullaby we first heard while in the womb
we search for from thereafter until in the tomb,
somewhere in the laughter and whispers of love,
in the silent harmonics of a heartfelt hug, it’s there.-
Sweet! ”…somewhere in the laughter and whispers of love, in the silent harmonics of a heartfelt hug.” Musical and rings so ever true. :)
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drew posted an update 5 days, 18 hours ago
”I am not I.
I am this one
Walking beside me, whom I do not see,
Whom at times I manage to visit,
And at other times i forget,
The one who forgives, sweet, when i hate,
The one who remains silent when i talk,
The one who takes a walk when i am indoors,
The one who will remain standing when i die.” -
drew posted an update 5 days, 18 hours ago
”Look for your other half
who walks always next to you
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drew posted an update 5 days, 18 hours ago
”your shadow, the white one,
whom you cannot accept,
and who will never forget you.” -
drew posted an update 6 days, 5 hours ago
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I can assure you that you will not find your golden ball up here in the airstream were I reside. It’s deep in the muck of the jungle, in the darkness of the cave you fear. So do not pray, do not pay, there’s nothing I can give. There is no map for the divine cartography of human lives.
But worry not, for you’ve not lost your way. Never has it been for one to reach the destination at a single place, nor does one arrive at any one of them at a single time. you’ve hardly been on this journey and too often you stop too early, mistaking understanding with understanding that there is something to be understood. the latter is the very beginning, the opening road; you’re still in the shire, dear.
The Trinity of Time, Effort and Focused Energy is the eternal order: When you receive a new understanding understand it’s like you are being given a pair of oars — still you will have to find the canoe (you might have to build one); still will you have to locate the deep river; still you will have to learn how to navigate the invisible; still you will have to learn how to row the oars so that they stir much more than the water…
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drew commented on the post, airstream 6 days, 5 hours ago
I can assure you that you will not find your golden ball not up here in the airstream were I reside. It’s deep in the muck of the jungle, in the darkness of the cave you fear. So do not pray, do not pay, there’s nothing I can give. There is no map for the divine cartography of human lives.
But worry not, for you’ve not lost your way. Never has it been for one to reach the destination at a single place, nor does one arrive at any one of them at a single time. you’ve hardly been on this journey and too often you stop too early, mistaking understanding with understanding that there is something to be understood. the latter is the very beginning, the opening road; you’re still in the shire, dear.
The Trinity of Time, Effort and Focused Energy is the eternal order: When you receive a new understanding understand it’s like you are being given a pair of oars — still you will have to find the canoe (you might have to build one); still will you have to locate the deep river; still you will have to learn how to navigate the invisible; still you will have to learn how to row the oars so that they stir much more than the water…
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drew posted an update 1 week ago
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Living in Manhattan for too long can make it feel that you are steel and that your life is glimmering like all the glass and chaos.
Today, in Central Park, I went to the eldest tree worth more than any of the buildings. In its shade I laid down on my back and faced the sky in such a way that my tears streamed into my ears, filling the notches until they overflowed. It was as though my ears were crying together with my eyes; it felt twice as healing – and indeed needed in this city that will eat you alive if you can’t learn how to thrive in it.
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drew commented on the post, manhattan 1 week ago
Living in Manhattan for too long can make it feel that you are steel and that your life as is glimmering as all the glass and chaos.
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Today in Central Park I went to the eldest tree worth more than any of the buildings. In its shade I laid down on my back and faced the sky in such a way that my tears streamed into my ears, filling the notches until they overflowed. It was as though my ears were crying with my eyes; it felt twice as healing, which is needed in a city that can be twice as cruel. -
drew commented on the post, rocker 1 week, 1 day ago
The comfort of the rocker is in the cradle we once were. Its arms, our mothers.
Its soothing motion, her calming emotions. Its creaking, her voice cracking because of our cuteness. We can’t remember this, but we feel it in a way that sways and says I love you. -
drew commented on the post, taboo 1 week, 3 days ago
You cannot split the mind from the body, said Socrates, nearly two and a half thousand years before the advent of psychoneuroimmunoendocrinology.
What if it is possible to die of loneliness? Is there a link between the ability to express emotions and Alzheimer’s disease? Are autoimmune diseases the body saying no to things in life when we are unable to? Is there such a thing as a “cancer personality”? Why are these questions taboos in modern medicine? Why is there a bermuda triangle in medicine where decades of research that strongly identifies a mind-body connection in nearly every condition and disease gets published but then simply disappears from mainstream discussion as if it never happened?-
Love how you’ve expressed this. Excellent question, one I fear they can’t answer because it is their connection of mind/body that is their disease.
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drew posted a new activity comment 1 week, 4 days ago
You summed it all up…and now the ping lifts me too.
In reply to - JDwrites commented on the post, celestial Tossing and turning the weight of life is torturing me as I lie in bed seeking some kind of peace from it all. Clean up and repairs are neverending; my energy not so much. Work swallows up most of my life leaving me with tiny blocks of time to tend to what needs to done. Even my art is blocked by concerns, stagnating the chance to refill my personal well with a ladle of joy. Likewise, my exhaustion can’t find relief in sleep if there too little of it to embrace the stillness slumber can bring. Words and worry flood my head and my desire for comfort and solace suddenly ends in words I recall from a time I felt life in control. The celestial ping lifts my mind and heart to let right action flow through me, for right action to draw the energy I need from the universe to move forward and find the strength within my own hands to enact the change that must be done. • View -
drew posted a new activity comment 1 week, 4 days ago
all we need is love…
In reply to - Saudade commented on the post, simplify “Let’s make it easier and take the whole conscious bit out, ya know? Just make it how it used to be, where we lived, but didn’t, I dunno, know we were living. ‘Cause I mean, all I’ve ever done in my life is sit on the back of a rusty truck and forget about what I did yesterday.” Jane had been telling him about the feeling of knowing everything, on the top of a mountain with the magic of the world spread out beyond her. Now, looking at the silver in his eyes and way he leaned into her with the weight of the drugs slowly taking his brain cells away, she kissed him softly, smiling. “That would simplify things, wouldn’t it?” She thought about it, but the next day, instead of killing herself, she went and kissed him again. • View -
drew posted an update 1 week, 5 days ago
edit: Celestial inquiries: In all of biology, is life not bubbles rising from the deep quantum deep and death occurring when they reach the surface and merge with the air and the sky of the Mystery? Is it possible for a culture today to root itself in the celestial? To access a lost dimension, to encounter a dimension of awareness which cuts through the world of subjectivity and objectivity, fiction and nonfiction, and goes down to that which is not world, not even accessible in words, but is the mystery of the Ground of Being?
Whoever might be reading this, if what i’m trying to say is hard to follow, I’ll try to elucidate it with a thought exercise: Imagine if all the dust in your house lifted and gathered around the nearest light bulb. And after several days it coalesces as a sphere rotating and revolving steadily around the light. By the end of the week, a thin blue haze forms around it and with it there forms bodies of water and expanses of green stuff growing across the surface. After a few more days, you notice tiny moving specks and under a magnifying glass you notice these are not mere dust particles caught in the wind but an incredible diversity of creatures swimming, running, flying –evolving, learning, creating, speaking, writing, wondering — asking where all they are apart of came from.
Imagine if you witnessed that happen: a ball of dust form and form a world teaming with life. I don’t know you, but I don’t have to in order to know your life would profoundly change; you would have very little say in the matter. The dust would not be something you could ever brush off. This would make things like being abducted by aliens or having pomegranate tea with a talking vegan tyrannosaurus rex seem casual.
What we do know is that 13.7 billion years ago all there was in the universe was a vast gas cloud of hydrogen and helium. Let two gases do their thing and eventually you will get me writing this and you reading this; we get a world that has oneword. Forget our scientific understandings of evolutionary biology, chemistry, physics, cosmology for a moment. Let your mind recoil from itself for a moment; lose your self in how mysterious this all really is.
A deep, permeating sense of the miraculousness for existence would make things like war for profit, the needless suffering and starvation of millions, and the destruction of the biosphere, impossible.
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drew commented on the post, celestial 1 week, 5 days ago
Celestial inquiries: In all of biology, is life not bubbles rising from the deep quantum deep and death occurring when they reach the surface and merge with the air and the sky of the Mystery? Is it possible for a culture today to root itself in the celestial? To access a lost dimension, to encounter a dimension of awareness which cuts through the world of subjectivity and objectivity, fiction and nonfiction, and goes down to that which is not world, not even accessible in words, but is the mystery of the Ground of Being?
Whoever might be reading this, if what i’m trying to say is hard to follow, I’ll try to elucidate it with a thought exercise: Imagine if all the dust in your house lifted and gathered around the nearest light bulb. And after several days it coalesces as a sphere rotating and revolving steadily around the light. By the end of the week, a thin blue haze forms around it and with it there forms bodies of water and expanses of green stuff growing across the surface. After a few more days, you notice tiny moving specks and under a magnifying glass you notice these are not mere dust particles caught in the wind but an incredible diversity of creatures swimming, running, flying –evolving, learning, creating, speaking, writing, wondering — asking where all they are apart of came from.
Imagine if you witnessed that happen: a ball of dust form and form a world teaming with life. I don’t know you, but I don’t have to in order to know you’re life would profoundly change; you would have very little say in the matter. The dust would not be something you could ever brush off. This would make things like being abducted by aliens or having pomegranate tea with a talking vegan tyrannosaurus rex seem casual.
What we do know is that 13.7 billion years ago all there was in the universe was a vast gas cloud of hydrogen and helium. Let two gases do their thing and eventually you will get me writing this and you reading this; we get a world that has oneword. For our scientific understandings of evolutionary biology, chemistry, physics, cosmology for a moment. Let your mind recoil from itself for a moment; lose your self in how mysterious this all really is.
A deep, permeating sense of the miraculousness for existence would make things like war for profit, the needless suffering and starvation of millions, and the destruction of the biosphere, impossible.
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drew posted an update 2 weeks ago
edit: I washed my feet with the black unctuous soil that was speckled and scented with cherry blossoms that showered down on me like dream rain — once in a while, for my spirit’s hygiene, it’s vital to stop and clean myself from the cleanliness of adult life with nature’s soap that lathers the world with life. For me her soil is not dirty, it’s holy. (Miracles spring from it.)
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An interesting idea. I really like this one.
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drew commented on the post, soap 2 weeks ago
I washed my feet with the black unctuous soil that was speckled and scented with cherry blossoms that showered down on me like dream rain — it’s important for me to stop and clean myself from the cleanliness of the business of adult life every once in a while with nature’s soap that lather’s the world with life. For me her soil is not dirty, it’s holy. (Miracles spring from it.)
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