Judging Other’s Art!

A work of art is such a personal and subjective experience…..how then can we judge that work??? I joined three other art colleagues over the past two days serving as judges, commenting on 200 art works at the annual Granite Ridge Art Festival. It was a challenge on the one hand, but on the other it was actually quite easy, and can be summarized by my favorite quote from last week:

Just because I critique your work doesn’t mean I know more than you, it just means I’ve done a lot more art than you!!! For many decades we as judges have been creating, teaching, and sharing art….in fact it was brought out well today when students and judges shared favorite art entries and an art teacher said that often growing up we hear how great our art is, but seldom do we have the chance to have our art critiqued by other professionals. 
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Perhaps one of our more difficult assignments as judges was to agree on the “Best of Show” student art piece, that grand prize winner! But even that fell into place as we all realized the advanced design and execution of Emily’s painting below as she commented on her work of a submerged man and the difficulty in visibly portraying that concept;

Today each of us as artists were able to demonstrate our expertise (photography, sculpture, painting, and ceramics) and it brought the kids out of the woodwork! All of them had expertise in one or more of these areas and freely engaged us as we worked!

John began speaking with me as I threw pots on the wheel, and I realized it was his giant well executed handled vase that I and my colleagues gave first place in the ceramics category:

We spoke freely for twenty minutes about his process, how long this piece took to create and his future art plans in college in Iowa.

As in life in general I could only share, and we can only share and “judge” (lovingly critique growth and deficiencies) because of what we have already experienced. We get into trouble quickly when we try to go beyond that!

I had a great teacher in high school, and excelled in drawing, painting, and pottery, with wild reviews by friends, but outside of my teacher, I never remembered getting constructive criticism and honest ‘judging’ by other professionals. I am thankful we could be a part of this process and perhaps gained even more than those we critiqued!

Here a just a few of so many amazing works of art that were a part of the Festival: 

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Where I Belong . . . finally Home

       One of the most amazing things about whatever and whoever anyone understands as “God” or their “Higher Power” is that the Spiritual Life simply becomes “One God Moment after another” when we keep “coming home” coming back to that source, that strength, the stuff and place that matters most deep in our core. As we do, we can see and sense in a growing way the miraculous all around us—realizing daily miracles that have always been here in the ordinary, the sacred, and we are beginning to perceive it once more since childhood. And it throws me back to that C.S.Lewis quote that we’re not human beings having a spiritual experience, but spiritual beings having a human experience.

       This happened again to me a few days ago…..I had been “drifting” for some time, caught up with “the things of the Lord, and not the Lord of the things”, not meditating, reflecting or reading my inspirational literature. One acquaintance said to me, “You seem so unsettled, what it is you’re missing?” My first thought was defensive, and then I just thought about it for a few days….and the answer came easily: I was missing being thankful and giving thanks for all the amazing blessings and gifts I have been given every day.

       As I took account of these riches, I began to give thanks and wandered back to my roots, returning to my daily reflections and that day’s entry echoed the wrestling match I had just weathered—the “God Moment” just surfaced!  Not only was there the perfect reflection about a dream from Carl Jung that could have been mine, but later that evening, so I would not forget, the two recorded songs that played right after each other as I was driving home both “drove home” my lapse and re-centering in returning.

       Carl Jung wrote of a dream he had, and I paraphrase: he was in a thick, dense jungle hacking away with a machete, feeling overwhelmed and drained as he came upon a clearing, housing a simple small cabin. He walked to the cabin, looked through the window and saw a man praying, he walked through the open door and realized that man was himself who while praying had a dream of a man cutting through the woods searching. We spend so much of our lives hacking through the dense undergrowth, thinking we will find what we’re looking for when all the while it’s there waiting for us as we come back to the source and of our core being….coming back home where we belong. 

       The two songs were “Feels Like Home” by Chantal Kreviazuk from the movie “The Notebook”, and “Welcome Home” by Wendy and Mary. If you’re like me, listening to love songs over the years certainly do speak of the love of a woman and man for each other, but the best love songs seem to be most complete when the LOVER is God and we are His Beloved. And we are finally home, where we belong.

       Here are the links:

 “Feels Like Home” ~ http://youtu.be/hjky7v7JIow 

“Welcome Home” ~ http://youtu.be/1mumcipTCZQ

Book People Pics

 

I have always been fascinated by the power of the printed word, transmitted through books to us, in us and through us to others, as the lyrics of “Ancient Words” state, “Ancient words, ever true, changing me and changing you….”

 

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       This is certainly true of all texts, be it written, printed, digitized, spoken, and acted out—lived! But it is taken to another level and dimension when it is a sacred text, a place where its’ readers can be changed now and for eternity ~ now in part, then in full. And what makes printed words sacred or otherwise? Who decides? And why should anyone believe these words, or my words? Stupidity, gullibility, blind faith??? No, the only reason to believe anything written or spoken by anyone, is the evidence of changed lives: lives not changed in abusing these texts to harm and destroy others, but to heal, re-create, becoming walking miracles on a daily basis, empowered and changed by the living, inspired (God-Breathed) Word.



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       You can decide for your life which words are sacred and what has changed you eternally in the present. I have been transformed by so many “sacred texts” at different ages, from “See Spot Run”, to my eagerly awaited book order from my “Weekly Reader” in elementary school,  to young adulthood and the Bhagavad Gita, as well as Herman Hesse’s eastern thought  discovered in “Siddhartha”, “Damien”, “The Glass Bead Game” and others. 

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       I have poured over the original Hebrew  and Greek texts of the Torah, Old and New Testaments in college and during my seminary years. And my heart leapt as these texts came alive in visits to Qumran by the Dead Sea and “The Shrine of the Book” museum in Jerusalem, seeing the scrolls of the copied texts that were a thousand years older than the oldest ones in existence, with very little change in transmission.

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       While there are so many miraculous words out there, I can only share the ones which have enlivened and changed my heart, mind, and soul, and the majority of these have been from the Old and New Testaments of the Bible. I look forward to feedback from others from these words about other Words that have changed their lives.

 

       Ray Bradbury’s early 60’s book “Fahrenheit 451” has stuck with me for decades,  a futuristic society where the firemen do not put out fires, but burn the books which foster freedom and growth in order to sustain ignorance among the masses. But there are those who escape beyond the river ~ these are the “Book People” who do not have to read words but have ‘read, marked, learned and inwardly digested” these sacred texts in their memories and hearts. It is their calling before they die to pass on these living words to another, and so on, to multiply changed living in others, never lost.

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~ We are the Book People + People of the Book ~

       And the main reason my sacred scriptures are alive “living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword” is because the original Word became flesh. God spoke and all things came into being out of nothing. Scripture records that everything was created through Christ the Word, “by Him and for Him”, and that this Word became flesh and dwelt among us. By the gift of faith, we can graciously choose this living Word, and thereby live forever!

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       Can this be true??? Can simple scriptural words change our lives and hearts, heal us and flow through us in healing others? Again, not my words but those of my Higher Power ~ Christ in me, the hope of glory. Jesus spoke the word and the lame walked, the blind could see, and freedom was given to the captives. It is this same, inspired, healing Word that lives in and through us, changing us and others.

 

       People say, “Well, good for you Kenny, but I don’t believe this “Word” that was written so long ago!” There was a time when no one believed the Word, but when it was spoken there was creation and a newness of being. You don’t have to believe the Word, just don’t be afraid or run away from it ~ be open to it: “Ancient Words, ever true, changing me and changing you, we have come, with open hearts, oh let the Ancient Words impart.” I don’t have to defend a lion, I simply let it out of its cage. I can say I don’t believe in guns or bullets, and act foolishly, but when those are used, lives are changed.

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       We are gifted to be book people, not simply in words, but in changed lives that literally-change-others.

 

 

 

 

” T h e L I G H T “

The LIGHT shines through our cracks

We can’t escape the LIGHT!

The LIGHT shines, even through—especially through—our cracks and brokenness! Darkness is only the absence of LIGHT. We can often feel imprisoned: by our thoughts, our feelings, our emotions, our past, present and future.The LIGHT shines through all of that . . . 

Shining through our ImprisonmentThe light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it.

A good, wise friend of mine recently said, “Everyone has a story, and each of us in recovery often keep telling the same story over and over again.” My story is that of allowing my Higher Power’s LIGHT to shine through me, often in spite of me. Recently the underlying words of my story have been the closing of the Twelve Promises: 

“We suddenly realized that God is doing for us what we cannot do for ourselves.”

That LIGHT shines even in the darkest places – often most brightly! 

Pottery Display at Recovery Plus Treatment Facility, St. Cloud, MN

My current display for the coming months at Recovery Plus shares a variety and diversity of wheel thrown and altered pottery, but the heart of it all is that even though we may be broken, battered, bruised and powerless . . . WE ARE HELD  

"Broken, yet HELD!"

We are not only held and carried, but as we are empowered, we are blessed to carry others. “He/She ain’t heavy . . . He/She is my Brother/Sister.”

Therefore, as we heal, grow, and change, we are like stained glass windows, allowing the LIGHT to shine through us, enlightening others. Even through–and especially through–our cracks and brokenness.

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“Do we have to throw away the broken pieces???”

It was just this past year at the Paramount Visual Arts Center, while examining a beautiful large metallic green platter that was just taken from the kiln, that I noticed a deep crack all the way through on the bottom of the piece. Though immediately bummed by the crack in this time consuming large creative piece, I quickly shook it off as ceramic artists must always stay detached from their creations which often do not materialize as desired, though sometimes better! As I was pondering the crack, fellow artist and Paramount Visual Arts Director Melissa simply said in a matter of fact way “In Japan, when a special pot cracks or breaks, they restore it by filling it with gold or silver.” I loved that idea which became magnified recently when I saw this photo:

Restoring the Sacred . . .

. . . . . Restoring the Sacred . . . . .

Though ‘brokenness’ due to any cause in our lives is tragic, its too easy to give up, or simply throw away that piece of our lives or our dreams or our goals…..thinking it can never be the same…..when in reality, it can often be better! This is the heart of true healing in recovery from anything we have experienced.

 

     “Making our Scars Beautiful!!!” This is the heart of being recycled—the magnificence of the Spirit that can transform our earth bound caterpillar lives into soaring flight!

I heard an NPR program today on “The Takeaway” which reported on the ability of the scientific medical field to be able to go into people minds and thoughts and take away their most tragic memories, as if they never happened and the individual would never remember them. My first thought was “this is my life ~ this is who I am ~ this is what has shaped me and I don’t want to forget where I came from and how my life has miraculously changed. I want to remember to share with those who are now going through the same living nightmares.” I felt there certainly could be a place for those with severe PTSD issues/memories as well as abuse trauma and much more. But I am thankful to be recycled from my most traumatic experiences.

 

I know we can’t completely recycle our brains and all we have been through, though many people try various means . . .

 

. . . . I am simply thankful that God’s Spirit can and does take all the broken pieces I am able to give . . . and make a brand new creation . . . something I could never have become if I had not been broken.


Spiritual Disciplines Transcending/Embracing World Religions

As I read my morning reflection I was captivated by a phrase attributed to Lao Tzu, and how it applies directly to my Christian faith and understanding of the Spiritual Disciplines:

I have just three things to teach: simplicity, patience, compassion. These are your greatest treasures. Simple in actions and in thoughts, you return to the Source of Being.

 

lao tzu Here is  Christian author Richard Foster’s list of Spiritual Disciplines, from his best selling book: Celebration of Discipline.

1. The Inward Disciplines: MEDITATION, PRAYER, FASTING, STUDY.
2. The Outward Disciplines (inward realities resulting in outward lifestyles): SIMPLICITY, SOLITUDE, SUBMISSION, SERVICE.
3. The Corporate Disciplines: CONFESSION, WORSHIP, GUIDANCE, CELEBRATION.

I love this simple, profound, biblical, and across the board summation of many world religions. But the simple quote of Lao Tzu’s, an ancient Chinese philosopher and poet who lived 600 years before Christ, encompasses the inward, outward, and corporate disciplines.

It’s confusing to me how so many are willing to embrace and use a quote by Lao Tzu that doesn’t sound too religious or spiritual such as:

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But yet conservative Christians ~ even parish pastors of my own family and extended family ~ shout heresy if I quote a non Christian spiritual source that shares strongly what Jesus and the disciples taught and lived. I understand the “slippery slope” of the camel getting it’s nose under the tent and before long he is inside the tent when it comes to compromising ones beliefs. I understand because I’ve been “way into” both sides, from attending Christian Lutheran worship services and Hindu Hare Krishna temple services on the same Sunday when I lived in Hawaii. And the theological pendulum also swung the other way for me as a full time Lutheran Church ~ Missouri Synod pastor for 25 years.

Even recently, family members feel that if I post a Hindu truth on FaceBook, though it strongly parallels Christ’s teaching, well then, maybe my salvation is to be questioned. Or, from another family pastor, if I post on FaceBook a compassionate response to a gay NFL football player by a newscaster from Dallas, well then, I’m questioned as to how I can support gay rights. My AA sponsor has a great statement and creed which he lives by: “Take what works and leave the rest.” Here’s another quote by Lao Tzu that can be interpreted from the conservative right as me-god-centered, and I understand that, as I used to think and preach that way, but as I am growing spiritually, it speaks of the Spirit of Christ in me, transforming me:

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Thank You God, Thank You Holy Spirit  that we can truly take all you give us to reach out with love and truth to as many others as possible ~ especially those who are not like us ~ believing differently, and use it to be personally changed.

 

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Wrestling With God ~ One Way or Another

I have been captured by the phrase “Wrestling with God!” I realized I have been doing this one way or another for most of my adult life! It was the theme of the Old Testament lesson this past Sunday from Genesis 32, as Jacob wrestled with the man—the angel—the Pre-Incarnate Christ—THE MAN!!!  Jacob became “Israel” as he prevailed.

 

There seems to be a right way and wrong way of wrestling with God, a positive and a negative approach.  What I would call ‘the negative approach’ reminds me of the antics and sensationalism of “Wrestle Mania” where all the participants should have either been dead or quadriplegics decades ago if we are to believe their wrestling moves are authentic. This Hollywood performance was my first understanding of wrestling, living just a few houses away from my grandma and grandpa in Fargo, North Dakota during the first six years of my life. It’s a memory wrestled from my past that I had forgotten.  I smile when I think of my beautiful, sensitive grandma—the wife of a Lutheran Pastor—being “reeled in hook, line and sinker” into the fantastic world of Vern Gagne, the masked Dr. X and Mr. M, Mad Dog Vacchon, Larry “The Ax” Henning, and too many more to mention.

It was not until high school, when I became friends with the great wrestling brothers Dave and Dan Kranstover—along with the amazing one armed Steve Connell psyching out his opponents—that I realized the positive and true nature of wrestling; one that I later observed at a higher level in the summer Olympics. Two kinds of wrestling: one for glitz and glory, glorifying the participant, the other for personal growth and competition, surrendering the wrestler to the challenge of the match.

Such are the ‘both sides now’ of my wrestling with God. You can go your own way—go your own way—as ones limited strength is soon depleted with no reserves left but to wallow in self-pity and blame. This was Jacobs’s fearful plight, having deceived his father Isaac with his mother’s help, stealing the birthright of his first born twin brother Esau—a wound still festering after twenty years. He was now left alone to encounter his brother in the wilderness, fearing he would be destroyed. It was there, as so often happens to us, paralyzed by fears and doubt and our pasts, that God intervenes. But His intervention is not always immediate nor without intense struggle. I am reminded of Neo, the Messianic figure in The Matrix, who in order to meet with the Oracle had to fight her bodyguard. After an intense struggle Neo asks why that was necessary and the response was that you do not know someone until you fight (wrestle) with them. The word ‘wrestle’ is more helpful in this context, with the goal of transformation rather than destruction.  

Right or wrong wrestling? Jacob’s salvation or destruction? And what about the world’s salvation?  From  Judah, one of Jacob’s twelve sons, came “The Lion of Judah”—The Messiah! After wrestling all night with Jacob, the Lord could have overcome him at any time, as evidenced in the dislocation of his hip, but Jacob needed to persevere, wrestling with God, not letting go until he received a blessing—until he was changed!

The Lord asked Jacob his name, hearkening back to when his old and blind father Isaac asked him his name and this deceiver said “Esau”. It reminded me of the grieved Simon Peter who denied his Lord three times and Jesus’ post resurrection appearance asking him three times, “Peter do you love me?”

I believe Jacob’s blessing began with the strength to wrestle through the night, being change in the process. God’s grace is sufficient. When we are weak, He is strong. This same BEING said to the Apostle Paul: “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” And Paul’s response was “Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” Jacob prevailed and he was given a new name and a new being.

 

 

It’s easy to simply know this story, to talk the talk, to preach a good sermon, but I know that people would rather see a sermon than hear one any day. Upon leaving worship I sometime say to the worshipers and to myself: “The sermon is only half done, the other half is when it is lived out!” . . .  Honestly, what can I say??? I can say that my times of negative wrestling are diminishing. That on my better days I can say with the Baptist, “I must decrease and He must increase.” The great blessing and miracle is that even on the days I choose to increase myself—in my own wrestle~mania—even then I am being changed, as I know and believe too much.

Even as Abraham wrestled deeply with God when asked to sacrifice his own son, God intervened! What Abraham was asked to do, God has done….offering  his only Son…….for us. 

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Metamorphosis ~ Is REAL Change Possible???

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       Years ago I was asked to be a mission festival speaker at a Lutheran Church up north. They wanted me to speak about the Prison Ministry we had done for over a decade at the St. Cloud Reformatory. I entitled my talk F.A.C.E., named after the first names of regular inmates whose lives had been changed over the years. I concluded my sharing in front of a large group of church members by saying that the word F.A.C.E not only referred to prisoners but also to the face of Christ that shined through them and changed me.

       I asked for any questions or comments and one member stood up and said, “My brother works as a guard in a prison and says that inmates never really change.” My response to him, after just spending 45 minutes sharing many of the miraculous changes I had witnessed, was, “Well, your comment tells me a lot more about your belief in change than anything else.” I wished I could have told him of an inmate a few years later who after being in our study group for a number of months declared to all of us that after he served his time in St. Cloud, he was going back to Kansas and confess to another offence for which he was never caught and do the time for that crime.  And he did, as the chaplain shared with me!

       So, IS REAL CHANGE POSSIBLE???? The simple answer is, “If your life has been changed, then yes.” If not, perhaps no. If you do not move among walking miracles on a regular basis, you may miss the mystery of ‘metamorphosis’.

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Metamorphosis ~ (met·a·mor·pho·sis)  A change of the form or nature of a thing or person into a completely different one, by natural or supernatural means.

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       There’s a lot of truth to the phrase “People would rather SEE a sermon than HEAR one any day.” I experienced both this past Sunday. The first was me giving the sermon on ‘transformation’ while the second was dramatically witnessing that process lived out in front of me on stage  at the award winning Musical Phenomena “Les Miserables” at the Orpheum Theatre  in downtown Minneapolis. As many know and love, there is an amazing juxtaposition of the two main characters, Jean Valjean and Javert ~ the pursued and the pursuer. The prisoner on the run and the General tracking him down. The one whose life is changed by the grace of another and the other who ends his life unable to receive that same life-changing grace. 

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Jean Valjean ~ Prisoner 24601

javert        The life-changing moment for the prisoner Jean Val jean is a beyond- understanding-act-of-mercy from a bishop at the monastery where this prisoner on the run is given sanctuary when no one else would accept him. Even with this kindness, Val jean seems powerless over not stealing the expensive silver candlesticks on the altar before running away in the middle of the night, only to be summarily captured moments later by the law, beaten and bloodied on the pavement in front of the monastery. The bishop comes out and observing  the tragic scene before him, tells his assistant to go get the best silver still remaining on the altar. The police know they have caught this criminal both with the goods and with the lie that he was actually given the silver that he stole as a gift. Where upon the loving bishop approaches him saying, “You left so suddenly, forgetting to take the most expensive pieces of silver that we gave you.”

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      One of the most important parts of our years of ministering to those in prison, and their ministering to us, was learning and practicing that the only reason why many of us were not sitting in their cells with them is because we didn’t get caught. And a few of those attending with us had spent time in those very same cells.  But perhaps most important was that we did not expect them to be where we wanted them to be, but accepted them right where they were ~ not unlike how we are divinely accepted ~ “The one forgiven much, can love much.” And that causes real transformation. 

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       Perhaps my favorite word in scripture and in life is “transformation,” and  the original Greek word for the same in the New Testament is “metamorphosis”. Outside of the Gospels where this word is used for the Transfiguration of Christ on the mountain top, it is only used two other places in the entire Bible:

Romans 12:2:  “Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed (metamorphousthe) by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.”

2 Corinthians 3:18:  “And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed (metamorphoumetha) into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.” 

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       Sooooooooo, whats the use of these many words???

       Because the walking wounded CAN become the wounded healers. Because ALL OF US ARE WALKING MIRACLES!!! Because our worst days can become our BEST days! Truly!  We can believe by grace as a gift given us, or we can run away from those ‘God-Moments” and even allow them to drive us to despair. Running towards, or running away. I am so thankful that God (however you understand “God”) is loving and deeply compassionate; a “Hound of Heaven” and “Shepherd of the Sheep” who always seeks us out and lovingly pulls us back to that life-changing embrace, engulfed in the LIGHT! 

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light coming down Yes, there is REAL change, true Metamorphosis!

http://blogs.berkeley.edu/2013/01/02/les-mis-why-do-we-idealize-jean-valjean-and-act-like-javert/

 

 

 

 

The Stuff We Stay Alive For . . . Helping Us Be More Fully Conscious!

 

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My favorite quote from the movie “Dead Poets Society” keeps resurfacing in a variety of life situations and helpful applications:

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. So medicine, law, business, engineering… these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love… these are what we stay alive for.”  ? N.H. KleinbaumDead Poets Society

I’m a growing writer and don’t think of myself as a poet…..but there are times when I have such a strong, overpowering feeling that is difficult to convey in prose alone. There needs to be a combination of just the right words that go beyond the mundane, like colors of paint and musical notes, touching the heart, absorbing it’s truth in the only way livable. To me, that’s poetry. Perhaps that’s why song writers often do their best work during deep losses/depression in their lives, finding just the right combination which opens the healing floodgates—for themselves and us!

But don’t take my many words for it, here’s a great iTunes App I found just last night advertising on my Facebook page:

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Even if you have the slightest interest in poetry, its a BEAUTIFUL app that not only gives you a number of favorite classical poems, but is user friendly, even allowing the writing and audible recording of ones own poems. And best of all…..IT’S FREE! 

Again, don’t take my words for the POWER of poetry, here are some delicacies of my favorite poet, RUMI:

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….AND TO SAY THIS TRUTH IN ANOTHER GRAPHIC:

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And a few more below to peruse that illustrate to me the very truths that I have held dear for years, being pounded into my mind and heart through losses, accidents, joys,  sadness and sorrow—healing balm for a growing and more fully awakened heart and life!

Enjoy…..and Keep Shining even more brightly as you apply ‘the stuff we stay alive for!”

~ Ken.

 

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” 
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“What you seek is seeking you.” 
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“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” 
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“You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?” 
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“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.” 
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“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.”
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“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” 
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“Knock, And He’ll open the door
Vanish, And He’ll make you shine like the sun
Fall, And He’ll raise you to the heavens
Become nothing, And He’ll turn you into everything.” 
Rumi

 

“Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.” 
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