what do I
do with all
the loss?
I never knew
the absence
of things
could weigh
so heavy,
could loom
so large.
Truly the Pearl
of Great Price
does indeed
cost everything
Daily Archives: September 6, 2015
“Tout va te paraître dérisoire,
mais n’abandonne rien.
Ne cède rien au désespoir!
Utilise tes rêves.
Et même s’ils sont
cassés, recolle-les!”
mais n’abandonne rien.
Ne cède rien au désespoir!
Utilise tes rêves.
Et même s’ils sont
cassés, recolle-les!”
| — | Mathias Malzieu |
I Think I Agree With This, But…
“The secret is not to “think” about thoughts,
but to allow them to flow through the mind,
while keeping your mind free of afterthoughts.”
but to allow them to flow through the mind,
while keeping your mind free of afterthoughts.”
| — | Sogyal Rinpoche,
The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying |
…I recommend a time later where you attend to nothing else but the afterthoughts.
Hey. Prayer is a conversation. How can you have a relationship with They To Whom you pray if you do not stop to listen to Their answers?
The Baby Box
Lee Jong-rak is the South Korean pastor who created the “Baby Box”. The idea is that mothers who do not want their babies, can leave them inside the box which includes a thick towel and lights and heating to keep the baby warm. When a baby is placed inside the box, a bell rings in Lee Jon-rak’s home which the box is attached to, and he or a member of his staff will go and collect the unwanted baby and bring them inside to his orphanage.
Hundreds of babies are left abandoned at the side of the road in South Korea yearly and Jong-rak knew the perfect way to save the lives of these innocent babies. There is a sign above the drop box which reads: “Place to leave babies.” He confessed that he didn’t expect the box to be as popular as it has been.
On one occasion a mother dropping her baby off explained to him that she had poison to kill herself and her baby but because of this box, she had an alternative. On another occasion, a baby was left with this heart wrenching note:
“My baby!
Mom is so sorry.
I am so sorry
to make this decision.
My son!
I hope you to
meet great parents,
and I am very, very sorry .
I don’t deserve to say a word.
Sorry, sorry, and I love you my son.
Mom loves you more
than anything else.
I leave you here
because I don’t know
who your father is.
I used to
think about
something bad,
but I guess
this box is safer
for you.
That’s why
I decided
to leave you here.
My son,
Please forgive me.”
Sometimes I say the same things to my own children, but there is no answer, nothing but the wind whispering in the trees and memories that stain my heart red.
Used To Be Me…
…but now? Even in the face of huge loss, no…especially in the face of these losses, this is never me anymore.
Thank God for HRT. Thank God for Their Word, affirming me in my existence and Their Love for me…
Thank God for my true friend and sister and safe place to fall (you know who you are…always)
No, this is not me anymore, thank God!
Walk Like Grace Kelly
The other day I was marvelling
as I thought about Grace Kelly,
floating above the surface of the earth
with every step and every glance
and every smile.
She was timeless,
she was a rock and a river
all at the same time,
such redwood-tall poise
and ocean-depth intrigue.
She was full of herself
in the best of ways,
Grace.
And here I sit breathing
this same air she might have breathed
and wondering what chance in hell
I have if death actually managed
to pull her feet down to earth.
Nevertheless, I hop
each stride I take,
kicking one foot out and up
to step on that invisible riser
like Grace did…
and I try to walk like Grace Kelly,
on the air like Christ
on the waters.
In This Fresh Forever Air
after a storm the air
scrubbed and electric
and crackling with ancient
newness, fresh like a goddess
reborn in wonder and at home
moves across my face
and into my lungs
like eternity alive
and shouting
singing
after we clear the air
and our words sparkle
fresh, cracks highlighted
by tears like raindrops
offered in falling curtains
of feeling, of love, of joy
lingering slightly stained
crimson like liquid crystal hearts
it’s then we see each other
again for the first time ever
and our hearts say hello you
while our eyes scream missed you so
and our voices twine again in song
like the sound of rivers
with the light of mountains
in the fresh forever air
in this fresh forever air
Charissa's Grace Notes 
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