Sun

 

Blending in

  

3:30 shadows, 2-5-25, dear buddies 

     Only show what you wish of yourself; use shadows to conceal the rest.  And do the same within yourself. But it is said alll is lit-light- in God’s sight. Somehow I-we-can and like to ignore that. Hence the sorrow of God and most of our own.  It’s an honesty thing, isn’t it?  Or Kundabuffer in action, in GIG terms.

     Lord, have mercy.  Lord forgive our weakness.  Be our strength every passing hour.  IJN

On webinar last night, RS forwarded this, and I wish to remember and ponder it, so record it here

From Elizabeth

But to me, remembering myself
In that particular way.
I'm thinking of the essential self.
But from my own personal understanding,
Where it is at this…
state, um…
The essential part of myself, the animating part,
is actually…
a part of the divine.
inseparable from every other…
Every other animated part of the universe.
And so, therefore, it's not separate.
So, if I can remember myself…
I believe that striving is to find
that essential spark in me that is…
in everyone.
And it's… it's possible…
different from…
from, uh…
From what that statement is supposed to mean, but…
At this present time, that's the way I take it.

Years flew past

 

Pictures remember for us in our era

Lord, I am grateful for my grandson, even if he never calls me back. He has no clue that i know I may never see him again, given my age and distance, nor that he  may ever see me again; if it matters to him, which I can’t tell at this point in life, although I mattered a lot at that point when he’s on the swing. There was certainly love then.  Thank you, Lord for that childhood love.

Our brother’s keeper?

 

2-26/23, going to GA

     Here’s an elevated view of Maine snow. I may want to deny it, but it’s deep and cold here every February, as my iPhone photos confirm.  No wonder I eat so much chocolate in winter!  Reviewing the pics reminds me I’m so grateful we’re out of the Covid years; it’s harsh enough being shut in by the cold.  But I stay in voluntarily, dreading and listening to strong wind gusts in near zero temps.

    The enforced isolation of Covid changed all cultures, all people for the worse.  Without rationalizing further, I think it may be a sinister and now subconscious motivation for the fearful factionalism that drives the irrational destructiveness of the world that is now loosed in the nation and the world.  And don’t anyone dare let TDS make a scapegoat of one man.  That unthinking simplified blame reaps violence and uglier divisions.  Will we ever strive for Unitas and peace again?  Will we prefer to drop food off at food banks and blankets at shelters instead of milling around town streets and disturbing the peace to harass the  police or worse?

    Lord, I want to pray to You, “Help the homeless, especially in these times, and I’m not referring only to unknown street people.”  But will You move for them if I don’t?  I’m asking You to do what I’m not willing to do personally.  That surely is double sin, and I feel guilt, but not enough yet to leave the house.  So how or what can I pray when I’m failing to do the good I know I should? Jesus, help me not to try to justify my failures. Mediator, help the physically needy and the emo-mentally needy since I so easily dismiss them, at least until I “screw (my) courage to the sticking place.”

          And I know it may not be how You work, but, Lord, shift us to center and quiet caring, quickly away from “the chief peculiarity of the psyche of your favorites, namely, the ‘periodic-need-to-destroy-the-existence-of-others-like-oneself…’”.  (BT, p. 318). IJN 

First and Third being food

Nothing  wrong with a little photo still life. The trick is to see the symbolism/meaning, not just the objects.

     The reference is to Gurdjieff’s three “being foods” necessary to maintain any cosmos, anybody:  first, physical substance, second air, third impressions (stimulation).  Easy and it makes sense. You can die if any is absent but most of us not in war zones take them for granted.  The delight we take in them can lead to distracting associations that hijack our purpose and aim. Now, what was that again?

     

         Lord, we need constant reminders that our aim and purpose consist of inner work that leads to You.  Forgive us when we forget.  Forgive us when we complain about Your reminders.  Let my feet stay on your path, let me run and not grow weary. Bless those planted in my garden. Bless those who aren’t.  I wish we could all agree what is the right way and unite on it. IJN

What next?

 

Visiting kitties, Fi and Fu

    Still prefer to let someone else speak in my place today; hope he doesn’t mind.  Of course it has nothing to do to do with the cats, except they too are loved living and breathing beings who inevitably meet their ends.

“ And this here is a truth stripped bare of all that there is, 

naked within being, 

consisting of nothing 

but the perception of being alive. 

A sacred state which I have never truly understood, 

although I live within it, taking it for granted. 

But now I come to the most fundamental relationship with it. 

Breathing in. 

And this is truth. 

It reminds me that I am dependent upon this planet and its atmosphere. 

The substances that it brings me in each instant just to be alive.”

       Lee van Lear, 1-23-25, The Morning Five (subscribe!!!)

Not much to pray

Power lines edited out. As long as storm doesn’t do that !!!

     As said in other blog, very tired today, now evening is coming on. Words fail me. So I will let another pray for me, with reverent thanks.

Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away.
Change and decay in all around I see.
O thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need thy presence every passing hour.
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who like thyself my guide and strength can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.

I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless,
ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes.
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven's morning breaks and earth's vain shadows flee;
in life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

                         Henry F. Lyte, 1847