it's not that the light has surrendered or darkness has won it's not that the day is done or the night has begun it's the rhythm of all things the spinning and turning the inhaling and exhaling the rising and setting it's the beauty that accompanies all that is held together the colors that connect your soul to the Artist of infinite insight to the Artist who created colors colors so exquisitely subtle shades and hues as countless as the sand on the shore it's the clouds and their random patterns their playful textures it's the breathless moment when our eyes are transfixed when we are able to analyze and explain and yet have no understanding when our minds our hearts finally see something greater we intuit the real and that place of longing awakens for love that lasts for peace that endures for hope fulfilled for faith that comforts let's chase Light embrace the colors take the long narrow way of other-centered living and loving and seek the Artist of our souls
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no easter monday morning blues for me
no easter monday morning blues for me i hit the snooze times three don’t want a jelly belly day the church is empty and the band went home the dawn has come to say hello the plastic eggs are put away but no easter monday morning blues for me no easter monday morning blues for me the kids are late the bus on time how can a child make so much whine has there really been a change in me i need to hunt for peace and be free from the weight of all the noise inside He rose i rise He rose i rise yes no easter monday morning blues for me no easter monday morning blues for me i’m different now and yet the same shame shadows call and taunt with glee i’m doing more but i just need to be remembering love’s refrain that it is finished yes, it is finished and though i fall in that same place i’ll remind myself of His great grace and take that little step of faith no easter monday morning blues for me He rose i rise He rose i rise each moment through this crazy day He’s resurrection lights the way so i can trust and say no easter monday morning blues for me
is there a sunrise in all that is setting in me will all the shadows in this blackhole that is me finally flee o rise great Light of mine please rise i’m overwhelmed inside so rise great Light of mine please rise i don’t know where to go so great Light of mine rise i keep leaving the same place i’ve been here before i surrender again remember again the story of me is yours o rise great Light of mine please rise won’t you hear my cries and rise please still my wandering heart start something new inside great Light of mine rise there’s a never ending dawn i long to see i’ll cast aside these anchors finally free i’ll be just the me you always dreamed for me and just rest so rise great Light of mine please rise i’ve got another step to take i can’t bear all the weight but i choose to wait for you great Light of mine please rise
great day for a hike
We moved to our current home in Illinois from Michigan back in 2004, but it’s not the first time we have lived in Illinois. We first arrived in Chicago-land back in 1988. However, it wasn’t until we came back in 2004 that we discovered Matthiessen State Park.
The day started out with the typical refrain of cold, low, gray clouds, but Mr. I-Can’t-Seem-To-Get-The-Weather-Report-Right promised clearing skies and it came to pass that a beautiful, mostly sunny afternoon emerged.
One of the things I love about each of the it-feels-like-hundreds-of-times that I have visited this park is that it is always new. It’s like discovering and exploring for the first time, each time.
And I love the quiet… the sense of calm…
I am glad I made time to reflect… walk… listen to a waterfall, or the water gurgling over rocks and a stubborn oak leaf…
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a sweet gentle hum
i am trying to remember that song i think it was a duet before all went wrong maybe in a minor key a slow tempo a slow dance a sparkling melody it definitely had harmony how did that song go or more to the counterpoint where did that song go i touch a note play a chord i rise and fall each day like a wandering tune not quite on the beat trying to see trying to find do re mi trying to find you and me the lyrics started out so sweet a story of promises a promise to keep maybe the strings had too much tension maybe the strings became unwound wounds have a way of making their own sound telling their own tale and they set sail on an ocean of i just don’t care to sing anymore i put too many quarters in this silent jukebox never going back to the shore three four four four six eight i thought we would top the charts with each take and now the page is just dots and lines i’m looking for my entrance for my cue i’m looking i’m looking for me and for you learning a new song signing a new line counting us in not counting us out like an endless fermata you waited for me we had to rest there is music in that silence it’s not the best is yet to come more like holding on holding hands auditioning again finding the perfect blend of our beating broken hearts let’s start by humming a sweet gentle hum a wordless song that tells it all holds it all believes it all and still loves the story it tells
snowy spring morning
well snowy spring morning i wonder did you know that through the window of my soul the snow is falling soft and still the birdsong silent ‘neath the chill and beauty hides in the silence and sadness hides in the unknown and hope hides in the fleeting faith that rises with each falling flake of snow did you know snowy spring morning there is something growing in the waiting flowers put their hoodies on and trees are standing at the ready oh snowy spring morning paint the ground and sparkle the air i’ll find the beauty while the birds remember their songs and beauty hides in the silence and sadness hides in the unknown and hope hides in the fleeting faith that rises with each falling flake of snow did you know snowy spring morning
o sunset sky
o sunset sky i wonder if you cry as you say goodbye to all this day has left behind o sunset sky would you stay with me and cry my sunset sky
o sunset sky what do you see as darkness falls around me this pain and loss and mystery i cannot see what lies before me o sunset sky won’t you cry for me
o sunset sky i know you try to make smile all that fire in the sky it leaps so high and fills my world with colors and beauty and wonder and that ache in my heart just starts again so goodbye my sunset sky goodbye
kings park psychiatric center – 3
This is the third and last post from a visit to the Kings Park Psychiatric Center with my brother on a recent trip back to New York. While walking the grounds we came upon this wall that appeared to be the remains of some kind of outdoor gathering place. (?)
The textures were fascinating here. And those trees! Just incredible how they found life, water and sustenance through the brick and stone.
On the left side was a small storage room (?) guarded by a fallen tree that we were hoping was the opening of a tunnel.
This was inside that room.
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kings park psychiatric center – 2
This is the 2nd of 3 posts from a recent trip back home to New York. My brother invited me to explore the abandoned Kings Park Psychiatric Center. The psychiatric center was built on 800 acres of land. We only explored a tiny portion of the property and its buildings. This post focuses more on the incredible artwork that is very much a part of this abandoned landscape.
On a recent trip back home to New York my brother invited me to hike some trails on the north shore of Long Island and visit the abandoned King’s Park Psychiatric Center. He encouraged me to bring my camera – glad I did. The sprawling campus of this abandoned facility is something to behold. It is fascinating to see so many old buildings and realize they were filled with patients and all kinds of professional and support personnel. A Google search will return the sad, tragic saga of this facility. This is Building 93. It is much more ominous than these images reveal.
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