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The hollow ringing in my ears reminds me of the crickets of summers long passed away. The quiet moments now, though never complete, offer me their strength. In a realm of inner riches, love is always flowing and growing - within and without. And all shall be well, even in this shell full of crickets, there is quiet. * *Photo courtesy of Carole Barnhart.  The poem, on one level, is about my tinnitus.  On another, it is about life. Enjoyed this post? Never miss out on future posts by  following us »  

Quotes: Love in action     is a harsh and dreadful thing          compared to love in dreams. Dostoevsky If you see it another way, God will clarify the difficulty for you.   It is important that we continue on our course,  no matter what stage we have reached. A Letter of Paul to the Philipeans 3:15-16 A hole was secretly dug in the back of the family yard.  Into it, a pair of ugly brown plastic glasses were dropped and hurriedly covered over with dirt before anyone could see it.  When questioned the next day, "Where are your glasses?" I could easily lie and say "I don't know.  Maybe they're lost somewhere."  The over-riding concern of those pre-adolescent days was "How will I look?" and "Will I be accepted?"  One would rather be accepted than anything, even if it meant blurring the only vision one had. One would rather be accepted than anything,  even if it meant blurring the only vision one had!!🙈 T...

  Descriptions of my first published book.  ALWAYS PARTLY BROKEN Is he broken, or merely breaking into something new again? Many of us fall in love more than once in our brief lives. Sometimes a former love object, which we thought was safely put to rest, comes alive in us again. Soon, we're wrestling with different versions of ourselves. Raymond Geers, the former Brother Adam, has never been a consistently cautious person. He is a convert back to "normalcy" after his youthful years of reckless, but always earnest, experiments in spiritual-seeking. Now a settled householder and mid-life daydreamer, he cannot seem to forget that he once tried to be a real mystic in a world-famous, monastery. Ghosts of the past haunt his sleep, so much so that he eventually gives himself permission to re-examine the wonder and sense of failure leading to the hard break with his former self. Enjoyed this post? Never miss out on future posts by  following us »  

  Initially, identifying violent mimesis in ourselves can be a scary or a depressing thing: “You mean I was involved in this violent thinking and acting and didn’t know it?” And we may at first be unwilling to see it. “No! I was never Cain! I was always Abel, the good guy, the victim of the situation and the bearer of outrageous fortune .”

Love is in the mess And love is there to bless Despite all the crazies and distress Love is in the mess

In the article below, about a friend who is no longer with us, I am taking a look at this  idea of being partly broken  from a common, ordinary perspective.  The article will also be published in the Quaker Journal  Traveling Friends.

It seems to me that to be always partly broken is to be also ALWAYS PARTLY OPEN to a greater mystery-even if I haven't always got a clue.