serenity

sunday kind of love… vance joy

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You aren’t wealthy until you have something money can’t buy. -Garth Brooks
You aren’t wealthy until you have something money can’t buy. -Garth Brooks

Living one day at a time,
Enjoying one moment at a time,
Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace,
Taking, as Jesus did,
This sinful world as it is,
Not as I would have it,
Trusting that You will make all things right,
If I surrender to Your will,
So that I may be reasonably happy in this life,
And supremely happy with You forever in the next.
Amen.

sing hallelujah

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 Believe nothing on the faith of traditions,  even though they have been held in honor  for many generations and in diverse places.  Do not believe a thing because many people speak of it.  Do not believe on the faith of the sages of the past.  Do not believe what you yourself have imagined,  persuading yourself that a God inspires you. Believe nothing on the sole authority of your masters and priests.  After examination, believe what you yourself have tested  and found to be reasonable, and conform your conduct thereto. Buddha

Believe nothing on the faith of traditions,
even though they have been held in honor
for many generations and in diverse places.
Do not believe a thing because many people speak of it.
Do not believe on the faith of the sages of the past.
Do not believe what you yourself have imagined,
persuading yourself that a God inspires you.
Believe nothing on the sole authority of your masters and priests.
After examination, believe what you yourself have tested
and found to be reasonable, and conform your conduct thereto.
Buddha

i am simply posting a little expression of gratitude. it never ceased to amaze me just how manageable my life has become. even in the middle of legions of chaos, i remain tethered to serenity and spirit which allows me to continue to feel connected to this life.

for this i am continuously grateful. The stirring compulsion to self-sabotage has taken a back seat to “breathing in and breathing out”

Let the joyous news be spread —

The Wicked Old Witch at last is dead!

i shall wear midnight

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“You swore you loved me, and laughed and warned me that you would not love me forever.  I did not hear you. You were speaking in a language I did not understand. Never, never, I can conceive of a love which is able to foresee its own termination. Love is its own eternity. Love is in every moment of its being: all time. It is the only glimpse we are permitted of what eternity is. So I did not hear you. The words were nonsense.”  ― Thornton Wilder, The Ides of March
“You swore you loved me, and laughed and warned me that you would not love me forever.
I did not hear you. You were speaking in a language I did not understand. Never, never, I can conceive of a love which is able to foresee its own termination. Love is its own eternity. Love is in every moment of its being: all time. It is the only glimpse we are permitted of what eternity is. So I did not hear you. The words were nonsense.”
― Thornton Wilder, The Ides of March

“never, never, i can conceive of a love which is able to foresee its own termination”.., that is a very deep sentiment expressed in the quote above. a youthful sentiment for certain. i often talk with others about how my understanding and insight into life has shifted with the onset of time. i could not foresee so many things when i was younger. life was rife with black and white vision. things were or they were not- that was all. they were not a little or a lot of both back then- however now- of course- life is made up of nothing but both.

i sometimes scramble to hold on to the tether of youth- futile as it may be. i wouldn’t -no couldn’t- trade my peace of mind and sense of serenity for the ferver that consumed me in validating my “rightness”.  however i would like to hold on to the connection to life. that is something i truly enjoy and don’t wish to take for granted or lose sight of until absolutely necessary.

as i perused quotes about midnight- i came across this- it is as holstic and buddhist as they come… (me smiling)

“She heard him mutter, ‘Can you take away this grief?’
‘I’m sorry,’ she replied. ‘Everyone asks me. And I would not do so even if I knew how. It belongs to you. Only time and tears take away grief; that is what they are for.” 
― Terry PratchettI Shall Wear Midnight