entangled

 

I start this week with all these tangled threads….

intertwined wishes by artist Glenda Miles

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these seemingly new pieces…are not new

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The colors blend
I think about
life
and
death
the importance of doing both well
how does it happen?
how do we live and die with grace?
the longer I live I am more and more convinced
It centers around our
thoughts
which lead us to
choices
our choices are all important
to both our living
and our dying
if I want to die with grace
I must live with grace
to live with grace
I must choose my thoughts wisely
I must listen to the wisdom which tells me,
Guard your heart, child, for everything you do flows from your heart.

Amy Lloyd

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Amy Lloyd Art

Most of my anger carries me back into places of my deepest loss…

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle
Everything I do is
Stitched with its color

W S Merwin

 

it seems to be deeply rooted in my loss of innocence…

 

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Anger seems to be, in many ways, akin to grief….

 

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Yet there’s some additional brutal, toxic element involved…

drained

I wears me out and leaves me in a state of chaos…

Never set a tiger free if you live in its mountain

       – advice from a cookie

 

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 It is not an emotion I enjoy…

 

There’s an element of hate-ugliness involved that makes me want to run…

Only stars are free and they are so lonely. Curse what you will but give thanks that everything alive wants something from you.
                  – Mark Nepo from The Way Under the Way

sounds threads

eventually it all connects

Can you pet the yeti

living behind your front door?

Will you water the dead tulips

still standing upright beside your bed?

eventually you meet yourself

beyond the mirror of your knowledge

Can you say no to the wo/man of your dreams?

Will you eat every scrap of chocolate you can find the day after Lent disappears into resurrection?

eventually we all sit on a sandy beach contemplating the ocean

Can you stay in this moment where the lint collects you might have for lunch?

Will you walk the narrow road while Nero fiddles? While Rome burns?

eventually we will catch up to those on the other side of the world

Can you be patient and wait for your own moment?

Will you stay with me even for a little while?

eventually it continues to the next phase

Can you grow into your own fine self?

Will you let the child play just a little along the way?

eventually we all end up wearing a groutfit when we arrive home from work

Can you say thank you for the threads of beauty connecting us?

Will you answer the phone when a new friend calls?

eventually it all becomes music

Can you plant a broken record to make songs grow?

Will you allow yourself to write love songs as the band plays on?

Amy Lloyd

 

We are God’s thread
weaving through the tapestry,
the masterpiece is slowly
created.
Potential for beauty, we can’t know,
unfolding,
becoming,
revealing glory
so bright
it makes the sun squint
and reach for sunglasses.
Brilliance so far beyond ourselves
we go shining into the gray
as we open to the new jewels appearing,
sparkling in the moonlight.
As we step into the needle’s eye
the angels catch their breath,
cheering our blazing garments,
dazzled by the vision
God is revealing through the creation.
As we surrender to the greatest mystery,
the beauty we inhabit
becomes us,
walking in humble clay
eyes out shining the stars
set in the heavens.
Until we totally disappear and all that’s left
is holiness
so pure
all we can do
is
bow in wonder
at ourselves
and give thanks
as the silk thread
becomes liquid gold and silver
pure and simple
glory
as we realize our place.
We are the temple of our creator.
The home of God. 

Amy Lloyd

 

A PRAYER FOR THE LIVING

Life,

Break in me whatever needs to be broken.

Fix my hope of ever being fixed.

Use me. Draw every ounce of creativity out of me. Help me live a radically unique life, forever forging a never-before-trodden path in the forest.

Show me how to love more deeply than I ever thought possible.

Whatever I am still turning away from, keep shoving in my face.

Whatever I am still at war with, help me soften towards, relax into, fully embrace.

Where my heart is still closed, show me a way to open it without violence.

Where I am still holding on, help me let go.

Give me challenges and struggles and seemingly insurmountable obstacles, if that will bring an even deeper humility and trust in the intelligence of life.

Help me laugh at my own seriousness.

Allow me to find the humour in the dark places.

Show me a profound sense of rest in the midst of the storm.

Don’t spare me from the truth. Ever.

Let gratitude be my guide.

Let forgiveness be my mantra.

Let this moment be a constant companion.

Let me see your face in every face.

Let me feel your warm presence in my own presence.

Hold me when I stumble.

Breathe me when I cannot breathe.

Let me die living, not live dying.

Amen.

– Jeff Foster

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and I keep breaking my own rules…

challenging my own determined truth…

doing the work…

needle pulling threads into place….

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so I can sing and live and connect
with a free and joy-full heart…

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