Go out into this World and Love

Love.
It seems to be the in thing at the moment.
In fashion. In art. In religion. In politics. In the home.
With your friends. With your neighbors. In books. In poetry.
In photos. In cooking. In teaching.
In Life.
It’s almost like the universe is actually trying to make a point.
A difficult point at that!

When we hear about love we assume it is an easy thing.
We can do this, easy peasy.

Then you try, and the human in you kicks out the Divine and you:
give it boundaries
allow it to reach AVERAGE
punish it when it is not behaving
walk away from it when it does not understand you
turn away when it asks for food
tell it to go and work when it needs clothes
show it that it is a burden
make it believe it is an obligation
make fun of it when it tries its best
you don’t forgive it when it causes pain
try not to make amends because you do not want to seem weak.

I am not sure when showing love became a sign of weakness, but undeniably it HAS!

What have we done to this thing that God gave us his only Son for?

Which is easier?

To ask the World, that if you died today where would you go?
or
To ask the World, that if you died today, would you know that you had been loved by me?

Let’s be the change this World needs.
>i<.

Perfumed Feet

Perfumed Feet
all i have
i lay them there
my heart filled with the
lucid reality
of the pain
i helped
You
feel
heart always sorry
forever trying
to understand
Grace
i stop
to let
Your Love
take over
dancing
in the shadows
my fear
Your Light
shines from above
i become
a part of
You
Perfumed Feet
here
I
will be
>i<.

The Secret Ingredient of Pineapple Beer

“The secret things belong to the LORD our God, but the things revealed belong to us and to our sons forever, that we may observe all the words of this law."
Deuteronomy 29:29
(Readings for the Liturgy of the Hours at Mount St. Scholastica Lent 2010)

The season of Lent can be described as the Springtime of the Soul; or the chrysalis that wraps the heart, before a beautiful butterfly unfolds its wings.

So just before Ash Wednesday; I took a look at my Life and decided to clean out the clutter. I thought I would open the draws and reach up high on the cupboards throw out the dusty things that just take up place, and that I have absolutely no use for!

Well it turned out, that all the clutter was out in the open; dusted, freshly polished and ready to use, actually in use!
Yes, Lent is a time of self denial, self sacrifice, lamenting; meditation instead of clutter.
It was hard to realise that all of this stuff existed and that it took up precious time and effort that could be directed in something worthwhile. So I took a swallow of my own concoction; of course I had to pinch my nose and throw my head back, but I HAD to!

"...the chrysalis stage in most butterflies is one in which there is little movement. However, some butterfly pupae are capable of moving the abdominal segments to produce sounds to scare away potential predators."
(Wikipedia)

It's the fourth week of the Season, and the above quote is true. With getting rid of all the time consuming BALDERDASH!

OH MY WORD!

Honestly I thought that this would be a quiet time, six weeks of stillness, six weeks of closing my eyes and (breath in breath out).

Every time I close my eyes I hear noise, it does not stop. Every minute that I filled with claptrap, hid potholes in my Soul. I feel the noise, the brokenness, that lies there fermenting like pineapple beer. The stink, the vile flavour that I have to ALSO pinch my nose and swallow.

The noise, the brokenness is not only my pain; it is the pain that I have caused.
It is my pineapples that I have cut and peeled and slowly fermented under my kitchen sink and forced people and myself to drink.
But it is also the noise that scares me from doing this again, the sound that wards off my Soul, and welcomes a God of Light and Love.

"This is what has been revealed to me and now it is mine, I do not want it to belong to my sons, but I will observe what You have shown me"

Love and Light
>i<

My God Your God

Indeed I finally tread on Holy Blog.
God can be interpreted, well, by your own definition, which is defined by your experience. I hope this is making sense.
I think the way we experience our Father is gently fashioned by Life and our experiences. Like the Valley of a 1000 hills, each peak, each valley, gently formed by rain, sun, wind, animals grazing, people walking, a sweet stream; to form a master piece of absolute awe.
Is God different for us, different?
Different how?
I am not too sure?
I just know that My God is Your God!
Love and Light of the One Who Reigns
>i<