"Common" for Photo Friday
![The World Races By [or the man playing the harp basks in stillness]](http://static.flickr.com/62/194299493_a9f3dc0bf1_b.jpg)
the man playing the harp
basks in stillness
as the world races by
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Goddess-in-training, Gigi, weilding her feminine power. The concept of “feminine” is an interesting one to me. What we perceive as feminine, especially in American culture, is often some kind of boxed-in, pale, sliver of femininity. Pink or feminine somehow denotes weak and helpless to some. It’s like when men insult other men by calling them…
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right here, right now
The girls and I were hanging out at the Seattle Center yesterday after school. It was a cold, autumn day and enormous gusts of wind had been blowing maple, birch and oak leaves all over the ground. The entire day seemed infused with a kind of magic that seemed carried on the wind. As Gigi…
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beautiful empty pages
Beautiful Empty Pages by Hafiz What kind of work Can I do in this world? Who would be kind enough To hire an old holy Bum, One with a great reputation For loving the charms Of the lawless And the wild artists and the lewd? Maybe I could become a poet. Maybe the Beloved Will…
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Let's Play!
It is my belief that play brings miracles. I have been in a bit of a dark place and have needed to lighten up a bit. I know I need to tickle, laugh, play, dance, frolic….all of it. Just now I opened my Hafiz book, “The Gift”, translated by Daniel Ladinsky to this wonderful, affirming…
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the dance
“the light danced in the darkness” Some random thoughts from my journal on 7/17/07: The ego scrambles The Spirit saunters (and soars!) The ego contracts The Spirit expands The ego schemes The Spirit trusts The ego exists The Spirit creates The ego copes The Spirit thrives The ego questions The Spirit trusts The ego fears…
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What Safety Feels Like
Oh the joy The inexpressible comfort Of feeling safe with a person Having neither to measure words Nor weigh thoughts Pouring them all out just as they are, Chaff and grain together. Certain that a loving hand Will sift through, Keeping what is worth keeping, And with a breath of kindness Blow the rest away….
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