recuerda mi corazon

each small flower, postcards from paradise

"...The only way I can prove my love is by scattering flowers

and these flowers are every little sacrifice,

every glance and word, and the doing of the least actions for love."

saint theresa

i have been pondering small acts of kindness.

just the look of love

offered in a necessary moment can be the measure

that tips the scale.

human kindness spilling out

with a willingness

to fill a need 

is a bird singing on the clutched hands of prayer.

 

i have a dear friend who always seems to be searching for compassion's flowers

to flourish in the house of belonging.

these are the words i found opening my heart at

noelle's

the angels wear fins

reminding me of the light of small miracles. 

journeying god,

pitch your tent with mine

so that i may not become deterred

by hardship, strangeness, doubt.

show me the movement i must make

toward a wealth not dependent on possessions,

toward a wisdom not based on books,

toward a strength not bolstered by might,

toward a god not confined to heaven.

help me to find myself as i walk in others shoes.

prayer song from ghana

oh small and achievable candles.. if we ignite

each others compassion,

stand side by side for the love of all,

hearts will be lifted, life will be nurtured,

hands will rest in the shelter of each other.

istvan kerekes

i hope you will visit noelle at 

Indaba

and

the angels wear fins

as she so clearly paves a way to nurture small achievable flowers

in the house of belonging. 

istvan kerekes

 

today i am dedicating my postcards from paradise

"toward a god not confined to heaven".

 

tell me my friends, where did paradise take you? 

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so more may join us.

be sure to visit each offering, and leave a small flower of appreciation.

 

oaxaca streetchildren grassroots shrine auction 2011

 

mother load

of a desert wanderer

 

 

she pins promises to the sleeves

of remembering

 

 

allows words to

rise up like a vault blue sky

 

 

 finds miracles in the desert

listens to her dreams.

 

mita barter

desert wanderer, alchemist of resurrection, 

giver of the lost and found.

 

Mitabee

jamie's wish casting wednesday asks..

what do you wish to know?

i want to know a world that wakes up believing

we are all inextricably bound to each other.

and i want you all to know Mita,

one more generous artist 

creating beauty to make a difference 

in this world we share.

 

angel faces

 

 

angel faces

i might never have known

 

the courage of these young girls

 

or the love of these ....

 

did you?

one heart

a joyful heart is the inevitable result

of a heart burning with love.

mother teresa

 

as we extend ourselves in care for others,

we renew all hearts in knowing the

goodness and generosity of humankind.

it has been a great group effort.

together we were able to

realize a gift of shelter and support

for families in japan.

i have gathered all the names of our

aquatic angels,

each one of you who has given,

and all who have helped spread the word...

as i give my heart to every one in thanks,

i have made a winged heart to

send to....

(chosen with a random number generator)

 

GEMMA!!!!

 

i hope you will visit noelle

whose capacity to love

is limitless!

she has a special

Arigatou Gozaimasu

for everyone.

let's heart japan

"if you take care of this moment, you take care of all time."

Buddha

thank you all!!!

for your BIG heart for japan!!!

Aquatic Angels

we are there!!!

jOy....

jOy

comes easily

when hands move with

 the grace of kind intention.

 can you feel the lightness of being

with each translucent wing? 

beauty, comfort, love,

and mindfulness, 

infused in 

peace.

 

 

the simplicity of this pure act of kindness

swept me away...

please visit every ones friend

kimmie

art in red wagons

where jOy will greet you!

 

 

and of course the jOy choir at

share the jOY thursdays!

 

 

the art of healing

  Trying to remember you

is like carrying water

in my hands a long distance

across sand. Somewhere

people are waiting.

They have drunk nothing for days. 

stephen dobyn

my eyes were still closed holding on to night dreams..

and the words entered through ever pore.

i lay there 

on the soft shore of nearly morning.

outside 

the birds lifted the lightening hem of dawn

and in their holy symmetry of song,

the curtain of darkness rolled up once more.

even lying there

i moved forward. into the sacred moment between light and dark

when all birds pause lacing the first rays of dawn

into the dark branches of life

to let their joy

rise in an overture of communion.

all birds

ring out sweet and true.

harbingers of a bright horizon,

they sing together.

all their separateness dissolving in 

this fostering of newness,

their ritual offering

ushering in

dawn.

 morning claims us. tosses back the sheets of our common humanity.

and the one hundred distractions of our important lives quickly

lead us away from our collective peace.

each hurried footstep,

the walk of forgetting,

we all breathe the same air, give birth, find, loose, sing, cry, hope, fear, forget,

remember and finally die.

somewhere a female voice punctuates the lulling male stream of poetry...

" an exquisite offering of....." says renee montange.

but my eyes are still closed and the birds still singing

their impossibly bright song

that is so pure of joy it makes my heart cry out

for its perfect beauty.

and the poetry is still tying together these first moments of awakening.

my feet have not taken me from this sandy shore where we are all waking silently together, 

arms out stretched.

our hands cupped like perfect flowers

 filled with water.

there are no differences, 

there can be no borders.

only the common sky ringing out,

with our merciful

quenching of humanity.

 

linking to 

imperfect prose