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wayfarer along the journey kith companions ships in the night passing aquaintance work daily challenge feelings roller coasting melancholy sad times spirit higher connections kirk caring community song celebrating life kin dear wife kin kids and kid's kids kin family

each personal journey follows a unique path. yet we often have similar experiences and encounter similar people. these words reflect the people i have encountered along the way. share then, some stops and turns of my journey.

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section the most recent titles a wee bit of it song lost chord this gospel grounded guru -whose smile is made of sunshine. ships to cherish you breathe in the sense of what it is you have. you become aware, and grateful. song before there were words until the gods speak to us of love and purpose that we wrap in song kirk 1909 the songs were bright, the children happily exploring for chocolate eggs kirk retreat finding in silence, a spiritual direction, attending whispers wayfarer ariadne's thread the first purpose of the gift was not to untangle but not to be lost feelings love is love is sending an arrow to vanquish the heart dear wife thanksgiving you are my dear companion - you are my whispering hope work crazy code some of everything - is fine - perhaps terrific - top notch - right side up ships insight insight grows with compassion. insight needs giving. work fresh mind new with ears to hear -- she listens with a question .. so ideas rise wayfarer just as i am claimed by relentless love - gently awakening work celtic knot strong - her inheritance, her affliction, yet her blessing wayfarer new edit    elias project from time to time, i hear a sort of singing that wants to be a poem sad new edit    silver shimmers a thin cord from your heart that winds its intricate way through our wondering lives kirk today peace and gratitude come gently - in the company of the compassionate kirk credo 8 - noticing awareness notices life, in its grand ordinariness, in infinite layers of understanding family memories of mother now her hair is silver and mine is gray. her heart was always and still is gold. work amanuensis not waiting nor forgetting, not hurrying nor pushing, not risking nor losing, came willing help kids balance always seeing the grey, in life's black and white work forthright first you notice her industry - and later perhaps her independence spirit they finally found the higgs bosun without mass in space-time truth was all alone in the heavens family no regrets you have taught tolerance, compassion and duty

wayfarer along the journey ariadne's thread the first purpose of the gift was not to untangle but not to be lost just as i am claimed by relentless love - gently awakening given much by many on this wandering journey, i found friends and family, i found purpose and peace. needing peace now we light the yule, now our children's children sing, now the old stories sweet pickings hands overflowing, the plumpest are found hiding, under green tangles toast To the future that we have seen arrive learning growing wanting taking having loosing growing not a place we came from we are meant to walk by starlight the view from the edge in this land there are new transitions things are not all the same my life and ms what i did not choose, i have learned to value near and far like the islands that bisect the view, thoughts here seem closely paired spider and stone she and i adorn the arbour,the silk catching bits of sunlight ponderer i was lost and now am found not tolerance we equivocate, we patronize, we accuse, and call it tolerance

kith companions children dancing an italian wedding - life and hope for tomorrow - children are dancing friendship too often and too easily, we lose our understanding apology to a friend from seeing things broken, from picking up pieces the least we can offer there were people in pain when we awoke before the storm i wonder how to say    "i love you"  without a smile? soft rock you do not shear into sharpness, but break a little showing glints of silver farsight the journey is begun, and is long, so we must change reluctant hero you are gifted, but are uneasy with the gift. friends and circumstances new opportunities now, joys and feelings counting never no no was never an option. though circumstances all around restrained him. words dissolving we will see the other, will hear the heart, will honour the ineffable. tumbling leaf among the chasing leaves of autumn, she tumbles after and free bardo you have chased jesus all your life - you've met him often in his varying disguise

ships in the night passing aquaintance insight insight grows with compassion. insight needs giving. to cherish you breathe in the sense of what it is you have. you become aware, and grateful. melody only In the rush and bother, in the heat and the noise, there is Mel two miles to spring soon the geese will come - and chase away winter grandmother's concern down the long years of memory, directly to the heart a koaning when you arrive at tomorrow's morning, you will have no points of reference neighbourly visit maggie came trotting down the shore to say hello, her golden hair bedraggled you you explore the possibilities with integrity surly scots ever our surly race has been so - a fellowship both profane and divine she smiles so brightly she stands still a moment then she laughs with understanding pink spirit from chaos she diligently re-orders the world into her pink listings steps lightly now when first i knew her, she boldly marched in strong boots, but now she dances lost in time always with too many choices, a twinkle in his eye, a smile hiding on his face beyond the horizon confusion abounds in the world about us, chaos surrounds the truth we seek song a father's stopped song - and a son's long memory - sweetly sing again fellowship through each tick of time we are not alone

work daily challenge crazy code some of everything - is fine - perhaps terrific - top notch - right side up fresh mind new with ears to hear -- she listens with a question .. so ideas rise celtic knot strong - her inheritance, her affliction, yet her blessing amanuensis not waiting nor forgetting, not hurrying nor pushing, not risking nor losing, came willing help forthright first you notice her industry - and later perhaps her independence new directions we were: managing chaos, working well, seeking excellence bearskin lake bearing two seven six - on the way home. the magic form gloom all over his face, He asks for the necessary form desert crossing dreaming of completing - and willing - to be surprised - i am - enroute visit from nepal 4 young women fly to canada navigator the one whose integrity keeps peril at a distance. captain's choice a thousand things distil to one: yes - no visit to yvr good work - good supper, cherokee jeep fly away, buy bicycle now way too much sushi ringing telephones, parsimonious owners, difficult repairs half way home we are most alive when at the edge - and most appreciative when amazed. imagineering what is needed, what will solve, what will work, what might be firetender quietly he smiles the rising of the sun, happily, gladly, he greets the night anytime soon from a place very near, that yet seems far away, he strives for understanding not quite excellence we share the need for trust and commitment - we share the dream of excellence dark horse longing for others to run free - unwilling to run - he stands vigil clanwhite quick wits and good hearts    seal flippers and cod tongues once we wish to understand, but may only choose auditor he scouts the unknown, seeing with amazing clarity integrity rooted in the past, most happy in the present, making the future to build a clock so they shall endure my enthusiasm, and I shall appreciate their patience helper quietly help arrived without pretention consternate his every pleasantry slides into enuie - his every smile fades to discouragement enduring atlas between the world and the abyss, he endures the necessity young and alive ull of hope he worries - full of energy he waits

feelings roller coasting love is love is sending an arrow to vanquish the heart low sky the rain is stopping - dark drops of water dripping - a blackbird watching. feeling good list when the world winks - when God is heard laughing decisions, decisions, decisions as soon as we review the matter, by tomorrow for sure boggle at the point of comprehension is an end of linear thinking attitude adjustment sometimes gladly we see true and adjust relationships christmas again again the cold parade of frosty mornings, again a skim of snow rainbow not everything has a reason. not every rainbow reaches the ground nervousness a flash of darkness, a tripping of the heart, a lost intention and yet to linger to leave - to fly high, to see without impairment, and yet to linger

melancholy sad times birdsong i awake underfull of energy, and overfull of sadness, i remember - a bird singing. melancholics we do not break - but suffer in our introspection. all for a purpose? in the coming of hardship, we are surprised to be hurt small resolve beyond my strength, remember what is no use blue with no birds singing and the people were not my people. now # 2 my soul had forgotten me - hiding in a deep well, it pretended to be happy. wind of god from this dull sadness, again alive, i stand in the wind back from iona god in the still mist. a calmness not possible. silver shimmers a thin cord from your heart that winds its intricate way through our wondering lives invitation to the near shore within my melancholy are safe soft shades of grey

spirit higher connections for a while i was with you only for a while and you understood on visiting thin places we had forgotten the ancestors, whose hope yet reached us not the words hearing not the words but the story. reaching not for things but for understanding. no words to speak bonds of love uphold our fragmented understanding mystery to walk where feet have never been, to lie in a field of flowers - thin places silver cord travelling like an idea through realms of eternal thought. tranquility forgetting again that our energies alone are not enough peacemakers the growing discord looks to accuse - and exclude. ever grow we were full of anger - and somewhere someone giggled. remembrance day candles are lit for their too many memories acceptance hope was the last thing loosed into the world, hope is the centre of our acceptance candlelight darkness is our most ancient problem. flame is our most ancient ritual. they finally found the higgs bosun without mass in space-time truth was all alone in the heavens

kirk caring community 1909 the songs were bright, the children happily exploring for chocolate eggs retreat finding in silence, a spiritual direction, attending whispers credo 1 - logos over the ages we have disputed with integrity - and not credo 2 - intention we ever wish the life of simple trusting - believing submission is its key credo 3 - time in between knowing and not knowing, i find hope. credo 4 - truth beauty is in our new understandings, the bold calculus of a grander truth credo 5 - sustenance so does the numinous awaken our attention - so does the soul direct our intention credo 6 - silence the clamouring noise of our times - hides the holy - disables our noticing credo 7 - death rumi thought death is awakening credo 8 - noticing awareness notices life, in its grand ordinariness, in infinite layers of understanding the prometheans the connotations,of our times,of our lives,of the images;gathered into fire. old drum our ears hear quite well, yet our feet cannot move, and our hearts are still quiet. depth of our being third knowing finds us centred: what we can and should we try, grounded being somewhere along the journeywe arrive at an impassible brink, and stand helpless evillive very much lost. very much found. as a child as one freshly from god's company samaritan faith found, in this twice rejected tribe, the best of hope and charity communion reflections an ancient ritual, of gathered souls; a setting aside of joy cross and empty tomb we are the new children who know the old books committee when purpose and plan become one today peace and gratitude come gently - in the company of the compassionate

song celebrating life before there were words until the gods speak to us of love and purpose that we wrap in song ceilidh we are people without names - a gathering without a parlour centered joining our voices - we find a joy in music - and tranquility choir workshop ending a very long week, and a rather long day, we gather in murmuring expectation. a quiet place can enclose a song the bonner troupe is back in town - our new sign of spring listen with your eyes snow and coffee, poems and old friends, voice, race, and language blending why we are drawn to sing to embrace our deepest melancholy,to express our unspeakable joy centre street marathon the altos sedately sit - ready as always -kKnowing themselves the true foundation. our fountain the word is our guide - the word directs and binds us.music is our dear friend not quite excellence we share the need for trust and commitment, we share the dream of excellence good evening god let us express our songs with understanding. we would reach to each other. spirit touch us in our making of song we find our own hearts sing. loving kindness sharing life's good celebrations, sharing life's deep sad concerns. lost chord this gospel grounded guru -whose smile is made of sunshine.

kin kids and kid's kids balance always seeing the grey, in life's black and white in the middle day by day, slowly and steadily,we fill up our life - with joy and with sorrow, toddler beginning your exploring, we give you now our blessing back door child back door choices are simpler choices than front door choices. almost grown up crying and laughing, wondering and worrying, dreaming and hoping opening your adventure is beginning, open, and be aware dream be ready and willing, and dream your dream voices with curiosity and integrity you hear again what always is whispering on the event of marriage like the sun shines through the rain, hope shines through our memories how do we sustain relationship? relationship is not held by any single bond but by many colour and light we wait for your borning impatiently, with love already born and growing five 0h the sun was sleeping at your birth because you belong to the moon sand at your feet you have secured your ropes in many places to many people

kin dear wife thanksgiving you are my dear companion - you are my whispering hope seeing you long time ago - i turned my head and saw you - and my heart skipped still in love we are as we had hoped to be and promised - still in love twice again giving 64 still and forever you are the other pole of my everything. you are my complement and completion evergreen mother and grandmother you are - these are the evergreen you've become till always you and i are we - always, your grace enfolds me - always roses blooming a goodness surrounds you, and fills the space,of where you are hands together your heart fits mine, and love still grows valentine a time between the winter and the spring - a pause - a portent. you pleasure me watching i watched you reading for a while. and you were all there was in the world in between before the thing it is not during the thing it is not after the thing it is not now and before i loved you lifetimes ago, in times long forgotten except by my soul. not merely love entertains a giving - a glad cooperation in each other's living ideas 100 Aspects of Elegance you are a most righteous and also perceptive and gentle teacher you bloom you are well rooted

kin family no regrets you have taught tolerance, compassion and duty distant relations modern times find us open, having wandered to distant places when i think of grandma i think of encouragement, for she was always hopeful. grandma's place the back stairs, where milk froze into spindley columns of ice cream. deep Inside a noisy clamour of loud demand which we accept and listen to and call duty. endurance it does not help the winning of battles but it strengthens the spirit so here you are again and the incredibly funny part is, wherever you are, why there you are! she enters her twilight with grace new days are given us all - from time alone we construct our lives miracle her soul heard the music, the fog lifted, and the birds began to sing again thin air celtic mystics found "thin places" between the worlds where insight and rescue live memories of mother now her hair is silver and mine is gray. her heart was always and still is gold.

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