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Lost your Wander mojo?
Did the cold weather make it go?
Too much holiday, not enough time?
Too many expectations on your few dimes?
Stop what you’re doing and go outside
Stand in your yard – don’t go for a ride.
Look right now – what do you see?
A robin? A cardinal, a chickadee?
Perhaps you notice the trees have buds,
Perhaps you notice more grass than mud.
Its coming – its here!
Our spring has arrived!
So go walk around in your yard
and feel so alive!
To wander is to go forth,
eyes and heart open
into the unknown.
It doesn’t have to be in the wilderness.
It can be in the library.
It can be anywhere you have not explored.
To wander is to find yourself
in the middle of nowhere,
not lost
but awake and aware and curious.
To wander is to take the time
to appreciate the journey
instead of just the destination.
To wander is to venture forth
in body or mind
or both
with no goal other than to truly see
what you find
while out there.
There is danger in this
for you might get lost.
There is salvation in this
for you might find yourself.
Don’t blame other people
for your problems.
Don’t expect other people
to rescue you
either.
They are not
the cause
or the cure.
Your choices
determine your reality.
Things happen
that are beyond your control
but your reaction
is within it.
What you do or don’t do
is your choice.
How you respond
in thought, word, and deed
is your choice.
Take ownership
of your life
and take
your own life
back.
It was yours
all along
after all.
We are not being loving
or inclusive
when we exclude anyone
even
(and especially)
those who are themselves
not loving
or inclusive.
Can you be bigger than them?
Can you include those
who want to exclude others?
Can you listen to those
who want to silence others?
Can you rise above,
and show them
how it is done?
How is it possible
to see between,
to know Truth as it is
rather than
as others suppose,
as others propose
It is when one chooses
alone, a nation of one
to see alone, as one,
to look, personally, as if
an explorer, discovering
for the first time
a Land, previously unseen.
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Small art journal page – cardstock, Distress Inks, gravity, rubber stamp, red gel pen.
All those who have died this year
Are stones in the river
Creating a bridge
For us to cross
These troubled times.
They were sacrificed
Or sacrificed themselves
So that we may get safely
To the other side.
Give thanks for their lives
Because they make it possible
For us to have one.
We all
are daughters
searching for our mothers.
We all
are mothers
searching for our daughters.
We all
are lost,
and have lost.
Sometimes our arms
have to wrap around the shoulders
of someone else, someone
we are not related to
to comfort ourselves
and to comfort them.
Sometimes we have to be
for each other
what we don’t have
for ourselves.
Who is this man, the one who speaks to us?
We’ve never seen anyone like him.
He speaks with authority,
He heals everyone who comes to him –
the deaf, the mute, the blind.
He even raised people from the dead!
Jesus knows, we are beautiful on the inside.
He sees our treasure, when all we see is trash.
He tells us that we are the light of the world,
to share that light with others.
Don’t hide your light! Be opened!
“Ephphatha” he said to one person.
“Talitha, koum!” he said to another.
Both times, calling to us, here, now.
“Be opened! Arise from the dead!” Awaken!
Peter said “Command me, Lord”
and he was able to walk on water.
He commands us too, and we can do anything
because he asks.
Our brokenness is God’s doorway.
He stands at the doorway of our hearts and knocks.
Be opened!
Owning your life
without fear
is a lot of work
for anybody.
It requires
a lot of energy
to get past
the immense gravity of
inertia.
But – the downside
of not living
an authentic life
(meaning the life You
were called to live,
not the one others
think you
should live)
is to slowly sink
into the morass
of an empty and
meaningless
existence.
Consider Noah and Jonah and Jesus.
At one point, each was separated
from the rest of the world.
Through their time away
hidden they were able
to heal and bring salvation.
Also Joseph,
he was in prison for many years
but that put him in the right place
to be able to rescue the entire Jewish people
from certain extinction.
There is something for us
about these stories of people
retreating from the world
in order to save the world.
They are enclosed
in quiet dark places
they are like seeds
waiting for the right time
for bringing new life.
Remember when you are in
those dark times.
You are not being buried.
You’re being planted.
Everything starts in darkness.
It is not an end.
It is a transition
time to change
a time of stilling yourself
for something new to come.
Go into those times mindfully
and with rejoicing.
betsybeadhead 
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