5:02 am. And Inspired.

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Good Wednesday morning. Here are my selections of the inspiring posts of the week:

Jon-Mark Davey, South Florida Wildlife Photography kicks us off with his photograph of a orange butterfly shot at Rock Springs Park, Apopka, Florida.  Check out one amazing shot after another at Jon-Mark’s site at this link.

Annabel Ruffell @ Journey For Earth with her post titled I am Enough: “But…Often in my life I have felt that I am not enough.  I am not being a good enough mother, a good enough friend, a good enough person…I am not doing enough, being enough, am just not enough…”  Beautiful post.  Read more at this link.

Bonnie @ Pagekeeper with a letter to her her son titled Not All At Once: You, growing up, is a long game and even though you and I both want it to all be ok for you right now, let’s both try to remember that you need to take your own time with things.  I want you to know that everything I do is for you – so that things are better for you.  So that your easy laugh and smiling eyes are always what people see first when they meet you...”  Moved.  Inspired by this post.  Read more at this link.

Coach Bill Moore with his share in a To Run – A Prayer for Boston: “I will take you…on in the street…Every breath of mine…I will consume your hate…I will run straight into you…as if you were a finish line of joy…picking up the fallen…along the way…you will never stop me.”  Wonderful.  Read full poem by Scott Poole at this link.

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Rain on trees. Wave on stone.

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“There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists…”

- Derrick Jensen


Image Source: Weheartit. Quote Source: Thank you WhiskeyRiver

Alas, how easily things go wrong

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“Alas, how easily things go wrong!
A sigh too much, a kiss too long
And there follows a mist and a weeping rain
And life is never the same again”

~ George MacDonald, Phantastes


Source: Image - yama-bato.  Poem - Journal of a Nobody

We Say Everything Comes Back

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“We say you cannot divert the river from the river bed. We say that everything is moving, and we are a part of this motion. That the soil is moving. That the water is moving. We say that the earth draws water to her from the clouds. We say the rainfall parts on each side of the mountain, like the parting of our hair, and that the shape of the mountain tells where the water has passed. We say this water washes the soil from the hillsides, that the rivers carry sediment, that rain when it splashes carries small particles, that the soil itself flows with water in streams underground. We say that water is taken up into roots of plants, into stems, that it washes down hills into rivers, that these rivers flow to the sea, that from the sea, in the sunlight, this water rises to the sky, that this water is carried in clouds, and comes back as rain, comes back as fog, back as dew, as wetness in the air.

We say everything comes back.”

- Susan Griffin


Source: moody blues by Andy Kennelly on Flickr via Sundaug.

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Rain. Yes.

rain

Woke up this morning with
a terrific urge to lie in bed all day
and read. Fought against it for a minute.

Then looked out the window at the rain.
And gave over. Put myself entirely
in the keep of this rainy morning.

Would I live my life over again?
Make the same unforgiveable mistakes?
Yes, given half a chance. Yes.

~ Raymond Carver, “Rain


Sources: Poem - larmoyante.  Photo: weheartit.com

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The Sun Did Not Shine…


And, hopefully sitting in a house with power… :)


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Sunday Morning: Walk with Me…

Good Sunday Morning.


WALK WITH ME from david babendreyer on Vimeo.


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Sunday Morning: Beautiful Day at the Dog Park…

The short clip reminded me of the Sunday mornings (rain, shine, bitter cold or snow) that we’d take Zeke to the dog park to play with his friends.   The video is paired with happy music.  Bet you dinner you smile at least once and your heart warms at least one degree.  (Easy Money!)

Good Sunday Morning.

Beautiful Day at the Dog Park from Kelsey Wynns on Vimeo.


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Sunday Morning: Perfect Darkness

The two-minute clip reminds me of the calm, peace and beauty of nature on my early morning runs.  Video is beautifully paired with music by Fink.

Good Sunday Morning.

PERFECT DARKNESS from Christian Anderl on Vimeo.


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I’ll tell you another secret, this one for your own good…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ll tell you another secret, this one for your own good.  You may think the past has something to tell you.  You may think that you should listen, should strain to make out its whispers, should bend over backward, stoop down low to hear its voice breathed up from the ground, from the dead places.  You may think there’s something in it for you, something to understand or make sense of.

But I know the truth: I know from the nights of Coldness.  I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together what was broken.  It’s hopeless.  The past is nothing but a weight.  It will build inside of you like a stone.

Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging at your back and running its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do – the only thing – is run.

~ Becca @ Lost in Time


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Warm. Soft. Rain.

cloud plumeI’m running.  Glance down at my watch.  A good pace.  Feels good.  A mile out.  Rain starts to fall.

(Clank)

(Thoughts move from light to dark. Huh? Why now?  Find myself losing pace and losing oxygen…gulping air.)

Eckhart Tolle begins whispering to me: "Be aware of the thoughts you are thinking…Don’t try to stop them. Just watch them. Still your mind. Watch them float gently down stream."

(Clank)

(I can’t do this.  I’m blocking.  I’m resisting.  I’m trying to turn them away and replace with sunny others.)

Pace moves to a crawl.  Legs feel heavy.  I feel HEAVY.

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