meandering through my sunday afternoon, i'm past that time for lunch...and not quite at that time for dinner ... i'm not really hungry, and don't want to snack ... but i have that craving for something to give me energy and satisfy the desire for something tasty ... i think i came up with just the thing.
ingredients and directions:
mix
1 cup chocolate unsweetened almond milk
4 tbs hemp protein powder
2 tbs dark cacoa powder
1 tbs chia seeds
2 tbs agave nectar
ice
give a whir in a blender and drink with a rich, sweet smile on your face.
mmmm, mmmm good!
26 October, 2008
dear G-d!! decadent good [for you] -ness shake.
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refrigerator round-up,
shake
22 October, 2008
truth.
there is so much wisdom found
in just sitting with
what is.
in just sitting with
what is.
Labels:
stillness,
the middle path,
the sacred journey,
truth,
wholeness,
wisdom
21 October, 2008
and whatever work, you are doing in me, i say, please, do it...[what is good to remember]
because You believe in me
i have grace to greet each morning sun with joy,
even when my heart is broken,
even when it seems i don't know which way to go.
i will continue on
putting one step before the other.
and i know,
you know
what it is like to walk alone,
even yet -
you are always with me.
and though i see with such limited sight,
i know,
even when my vision grows dim...
that there is a cloud of wise counselors about me,
and unseen angels who lift me up.
i have seen you move heaven and earth on my behalf.
i have seen you touch hearts and change circumstances
that seemed too hard for me to bear.
and i have seen you stand with me
through storms i feared were too great for me to endure.
therefore, i will not fear -
even when it seems i cannot see any hope for a future.
i know each moment is the whole of my life,
and it is holy.
and it is blessed.
and it is good.
it is as simple as that.
so i thank you for this moment,
for this life that you grant me,
breath by breath.
and with each inhale, i breathe in your spirit,
and with each exhale, i breathe out your love.
may it always be thus,
as i am your child.
and to love you,
and to love your world,
with a child's heart is
a great and wondrous gift.
[selah]
i have grace to greet each morning sun with joy,
even when my heart is broken,
even when it seems i don't know which way to go.
i will continue on
putting one step before the other.
and i know,
you know
what it is like to walk alone,
even yet -
you are always with me.
and though i see with such limited sight,
i know,
even when my vision grows dim...
that there is a cloud of wise counselors about me,
and unseen angels who lift me up.
i have seen you move heaven and earth on my behalf.
i have seen you touch hearts and change circumstances
that seemed too hard for me to bear.
and i have seen you stand with me
through storms i feared were too great for me to endure.
therefore, i will not fear -
even when it seems i cannot see any hope for a future.
i know each moment is the whole of my life,
and it is holy.
and it is blessed.
and it is good.
it is as simple as that.
so i thank you for this moment,
for this life that you grant me,
breath by breath.
and with each inhale, i breathe in your spirit,
and with each exhale, i breathe out your love.
may it always be thus,
as i am your child.
and to love you,
and to love your world,
with a child's heart is
a great and wondrous gift.
[selah]
Labels:
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unconditional love,
wisdom
20 October, 2008
then comes the moment ... [i believe].
UNFOLD YOUR OWN MYTH(excerpt)
Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?
Who lets a bucket down and brings
up a flowing prophet? Or like Moses goes for fire
and finds what burns inside the sunrise?
Jesus slips into a house to escape enemies,
And opens a door to the other world.
Solomon cuts open a fish, and there's a gold ring.
Omar storms to kill the prophet
and leaves with blessings.
But don't be satisfied with stories, how things
have gone with others. Unfold
your own myth, without complicated explanation,
so everyone will understand the passage,
We have opened you.
Start walking toward Shams. Your legs will get heavy
and tired. Then comes the moment
of feeling the wings you've grown,
lifting.
-rumi
translation by coleman barks
Labels:
poetry,
rumi,
the sacred journey
12 October, 2008
Pir - [a new hope is born in my heart ]
Pir
Inspirer of my mind, consoler of my heart, healer of my spirit,
Thy presence lifteth me from earth to heaven,
Thy words flow as the sacred river,
Thy thought riseth as a divine spring,
Thy tender feelings awaken sympathy in my heart.
Beloved Teacher, thy very being is forgiveness.
The clouds of doubt and fear
are scattered by thy piercing glance.
All ignorance vanishes in thy illuminating presence.
A new hope is born in my heart
by breathing thy peaceful atmosphere.
Hazrat Inayat Khan
Inspirer of my mind, consoler of my heart, healer of my spirit,
Thy presence lifteth me from earth to heaven,
Thy words flow as the sacred river,
Thy thought riseth as a divine spring,
Thy tender feelings awaken sympathy in my heart.
Beloved Teacher, thy very being is forgiveness.
The clouds of doubt and fear
are scattered by thy piercing glance.
All ignorance vanishes in thy illuminating presence.
A new hope is born in my heart
by breathing thy peaceful atmosphere.
Hazrat Inayat Khan
Labels:
Hazrat Inayat Khan,
healing,
holiness,
hope,
prayer,
the divine,
the sacred
06 October, 2008
please...
...don't ever underestimate
the transformative power
of the words,
i believe in you.
[they just might grant someone with ragged, tired hope, the vision
that is okay to begin the world over again]
the transformative power
of the words,
i believe in you.
[they just might grant someone with ragged, tired hope, the vision
that is okay to begin the world over again]
Labels:
interconnectedness,
love,
the sacred journey
24 September, 2008
the body remembers what the heart, with grace, wills to forget.
Today. It's painful.
The memory of how I trusted her so completely.
That night she came home at dawn.
The ten thousand ways she shattered my heart;
Sometimes I feel the prick of each shard.
Those endless moments of dying,
Of watching her heart cool to stone.
I loved her still, but love, for her was too much.
[Perfect Love casts out all fear.]
But she, she chose fear instead.
The memory of how I trusted her so completely.
That night she came home at dawn.
The ten thousand ways she shattered my heart;
Sometimes I feel the prick of each shard.
Those endless moments of dying,
Of watching her heart cool to stone.
I loved her still, but love, for her was too much.
[Perfect Love casts out all fear.]
But she, she chose fear instead.
Labels:
cistern,
grief,
loss,
love,
unconditional love
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