"You've Got To Hold It Right------"

The moon in the west this morning, over the singing mountains--
It was very quiet. Very peaceful. Very beautiful.

I was thinking, as I often do,(as I always do),
praying, walking, fussing, letting go,laughing about this and that, worrying, chewing, letting more go, breathing, not breathing, remembering to breathe again, laughing at that and myself---

Dougie has a song that spoke to my Heart this morning--The Scything Song--you know, the one in which he recalls watching his Da go down to the grass patch and work the blade in such a way, how he listened to his father, learned from his Da---
Words from that song speak to me of a different grassy patch, a different kind of blade, a different way of Awaking to the Work, Doing the Work, Being the Work, Joining with Another (Others)in the Work---

"You've got to hold it right,
feel the distance to the ground.
Move with a touch so light,
until its rhytmn you have found--
then you'll know.....what I know.

(From Colleen)

This reminds me of you: ♥ ♥ ♥
“My experience,” said an old gentleman to me, “has been that I could never succeed in getting the special kind of happiness I had wanted or hope for, but that other kinds of happiness which I did not want and had never hoped for were supplied to me, in the course of life, most lavishly and abundantly. I t...herefore ended by discovering, though it took me a long time to make the discovery, that the right way to enjoy the happiness within my reach was not to form an ideal of my own and be disappointed when it was not realized — for that it never was – but to accept the opportunities for enjoying life which were offered by life itself from year to year and from day to day. Since I took things in this temper, I have enjoyed really a great amount of happiness, though it has been of a kind entirely different from anything I ever anticipated or laid plans for when I was young.”
— Philip Gilbert Hamerton, The Quest of Happiness, 1897


@Colleen:.....Yup.:)

What Cancer Cannot Do

It cannot cripple Love
It cannot shatter Hope
It cannot corrode Faith
It cannot destroy Peace
It cannot kill Friendship
It cannot suppress Memories
It cannot silence Courage
It cannot invade the Soul
It cannot steal Eternal Life
It cannot conquer the Spirit.---Author Unknown

Soft rain. Soft sounds. Soft walks.

Spring has sprung!
Or at least it did for 2 warm and lovely days.
Now we are back to cool, grey and lovely days.

Porter had another relapse while I was away with him on Easter break.
We came home early, got him stabilized, and are on Day 4 of getting and staying on track. This is one tough situation. And it is literally one s**t at a time. Or not at all and then the other happens, and that's the bad, going to worse.

Made up for it with some nice conversations about the royal wedding. Lunch out with Mary J. Beginning to pack up the house and get rid of more stuff. We are still in planning and purpose stages of this remodel project. Likely this week we will know if it is a go or if we cut bait and go fish somewhere else.

I like being able to live without stuff. I like it when the stuff we get is useful and/or beautiful and fits just right. I like it when with a little planning and energy, things can move along. And if it doesn't, then you can stand still, rage, rave, rant, or cry, then breathe and try again when you're ready or not. I also like knowing that the students in middleschool land DID learn the research project process--some more than others; I will take this continuum of success and holes as is. I am certainly enjoying the variety of topics and writing styles. Podcasts this week.This research project has been a huge learning curve for me as well as them. I am learning to streamline. I am learning to listen better. I am learning. Period. I really love my new job. I am learning that.

I am choosing not to dance with the fear of cancer. It's here. All the time. I was back down at SCCA because the team found some other lumps in my other breast. With the additional scans and specialists, they couldn't find anything. I could've told them that. They don't much like it when you joke about being a "lumpy person". I will go crazy if I don't keep a sense of humor around this. Which is hard to do when my Beloveds are fighting and healing from the lumpstuff. I pray and claim the Healing and Hope of Christ and the Abundant Universe for them and for all. I give thanks for Knowing that. Believing this. Living this.

My Heart aches this morning for all of us. The death of bin Laden brings something--I would not call it justice----I pray for Peace.