tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105969197510158482012-01-03T11:50:47.488-06:00Sharing Thoughts & Inspiration From The Woods Of SilverwillowMoonStonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06736270346265009144noreply@blogger.comBlogger411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510596919751015848.post-37689710596151542772011-12-29T13:51:00.000-06:002011-12-29T13:51:14.928-06:00

There are many factors and forces afoot in my fate.  Certainly, I am not totally responsible for all the problems in my life... but I am totally responsible for countering those problems.  Who caused my problem is less significant than who will resolve my problem.  I could pursue, litigate, admonish and punish a transgressor but that does nothing to prevent future transgressions.  You may

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As an untrained spirit, I was given the earth and its surroundings as a proving ground.  My lifeforce creates a rhythm and my essence, my soul, tries to play that music. Something powerful watches over and protects me in love and caring.  What that is depends on who you talk to and what they believe.  I call that Force, My Guides, because there is more to Them than my mind can assign to one

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While riding my bicycle one day… I felt a wobble…I fumed a fount of expletives and invectives and blamed everything from God to groundhogs for my plight.Fortunately, I knew a wise man with a wrench… and soon my bike was wobble free and fun again.Mr. Bikewrench made me realize that it was actually some of the questionable decisions I had made that caused the problem.I sheepishly admitted I had

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I have known about The All almost all my life.There was me… and there was all that was not me.There was all I could see… and all I could not see.There was all I could be… and all I could not be.There was all I could understand… and all I could never understand.There was all I could ever imagine… and all I could never imagine.But that was still not All …Many have said God is All… and each

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The battlefield lay behind me. I rested against the high rock wall and watched the melee of rage and fear that boiled across the meadows. I heard a sweet sound… and through a small gap in the wall, I saw a beautiful orchard. The trees were fruited and songbirds warbled through the wood. A rifleball ricocheted off the wall and struck my armor. It had lost it’s energy and merely cause the

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The rickety steps trembled as I swung open the back door of the dilapidated farmhouse. There was no warning! The chunk of two-by-four appeared out of nowhere and split my chin. It was not the first time the old farmhouse had attacked me. Once a proud weekend retreat for the family, the house and owners had fallen on unfortunate times… and some parts had fallen farther than the rest. I

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I am an artist.My art manifests in many ways… indeed, in everything I do… but it is Performing Arts that earn my living. I bring a character to life and get rewarded for it.Earlier I learned some of the things I did were endearing… and several folks would buy my dinner for entertaining them by pretending I was some other character. I was fortunate to now have a patron who had been providing for

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The island is small…Just the rock, the tree, and me.and, of course, the sea.The island is small…Though I would like to see All..I see only sea.I sleep on the rock,I also breathe on the tree.The tree breathes on me.Far beyond the mistDid Intelligence exist?Whence did we once come?The island is all…Just the rock, the tree, and me.and, of course, the sea.The island is small…Though I would like to

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My mission required I cross the lawless land.I was told to escort an old monk, but the robed figure was spading a garden when I saw him. He seemed to be unaware of the pending journey.The message I was to deliver could broach no delay. I urged him to be rapid in preparing to leave.His motion was more fluid than fast as he separated the metal shovel blade from the handle. The metal disappeared

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Trained to stand against any man…He had been struck, stabbed, shot, and burned.But none won the war; just some had lost more,And again his adversary returned.Matched in their skill, neither wanted to kill,But both struggled still, to survive.The threat would draw near and in the shadow of fearIs where they felt most alive.But the battle grew old and with heart turning cold,He struck desperate

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Joy overwhelmed me when I first poked up through the cool dark into the warm light. The sun’s energy bathed my unfolding green shoots. My roots grew deeper into the nourishment. Anticipation surged into my leaves as I watched my brothers stretch into the sky.My kind and I would each eventually die to be consumed into oblivion by tiny creatures. But, another brother would rise from our

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I thought i was a guru... i thought i knew it all.I saw myself above the crowd... but i was really small.My human sought a lover... my spirit sought a peer.But none met my conditions... and my human would not go near.I helped with others problems... so i could ignore mine.I put them in a little box in a corner of my mind.I felt the pressure build as the little box filled...with what i didn't want

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Dear Yesterday,It’s not as if I have forgotten you. Without you, I would have nothing on which to stand when I reach for Tomorrow. I truly appreciate the effort and sacrifice that was made for you to be available to me.You have done your job well. Thanks to you, Today is much better… and Tomorrow promises to be better still. What you have taught me makes each day and my way more

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Today i found something i knew was lost... and with it i found things i did not know were lost. It is a very emotional and spiritual experience for me... so i will give only the facts. Opal is a wise woman of the Cherokee Nations who adopted me decades ago because i defended her son. She gave me a family name and a beaded neckpiece to show who i was. I asked her if that made me officially

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The Republic (for which it stands) is founded on “Rule of Law”. Rule of law is also the foundation for monarchies, theocracies and dictatorships. Democracy is the concept that “Majority Rules”. Majority rule is also the foundation for lynch mobs and the terror each child faces who is recognized as different in some way from his peers. A pure democracy is likely to implode because the

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To be, or not to be is out of the question. I be… so not to be is no longer a choice. To be is one of the many gifts I’m given… among them, too, is time. In my time so far, I’ve been given many gems of moment… jewels to perceive and embrace. Some still sparkle in my sight… some are no longer in reach… but each exists in one or more of the many glorious moments I have been given.If a thing can

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I thanked the peaceful slumber as it retreated… there had been times when I could have no slumber. I thanked the growing light that had chased it… the birth of a whole new day… even though I had never gone sleep-to-sleep without one. A delicious shiver smiled through me… as my body began its automatic isometrics to stir what flows in me… and I thanked it. I thanked the faint smell that

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It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then to loosen up. Inevitably though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker. I began to think alone - "to relax," I told myself - but I knew it wasn't true.Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time. I began to think on the job. I knew that

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I awaken each day to a choice, which takes form with my focus and voice… Surrounded by pleasure… and likewise, by pain… rewards beyond measure and challenges again… Even though I would choose pleasure… neither can be ignored. Pain is opportunity to learn… Pleasure denotes reward. “Damn the pain!”, I cry in vain… “What evil brings you here?” “Like the tide, I abide,” it replied, “deep

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It has been reported that you have received one or more "bad" days. In the interest of service and quality control, we appreciate your feedback.Only good days are manufactured and shipped... but some do carry a learning bonus... like the crossword puzzle in your daily paper... it sharpens your talents.After investigating a large sample of reported "bad" days... it has been discovered that those

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The skills that serve our survival and success are simple. First, we “read” each moment as it presents itself… becoming aware of all the opportunity and adversity it contains… as all moments do. We notice what makes us vulnerable to opportunity… and open to it as much as we can. We are also aware of the adversity and know something is not right. Righting is the second step. We use our

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The highway overpass rose high above me as I stood behind the warehouse below. I couldn’t see the traffic up there but the noise washed over me in waves as the stoplights created crests and valleys in the flow of vehicles during noon rush hour. My lunch break was short… so I grabbed a couple of the junked and broken pallets by the dumpster and trudged toward the overpass. My friend fed the

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My first wish was to be Hugh Hefner, an icon of the day. I began to form an image in the fog that surrounded me. When the fog lifted… I was a huge heifer in Texas, wearing a smoking jacket. I blamed my slight speech impediment. I spit out the pipe and, knowing I had two wishes left, quickly mooed….”I would be the biggest stud in America.” When the fog lifted I was an integral part of a

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The journey is long, the path is winding…There is Life in the seeking, but a death in the finding…If only that the quest will cease when you stand on victory’s ground.The riddles then have all been solved. The answers have been found.We quickly heal from the blows we felt…More slowly from the ones we dealt…We have the treasure for which we fought…And it’s more precious than the one we sought.Yet,

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It was hot and I was very thirsty. I hid in the foliage and watched the water. I knew I could make it there and back with no effort… unless my return was delayed by claws and jaws. The great cat crouched over the pool… lapping and watching. No sound was heard. No creature stirred… nor did I. The large animal suddenly disappeared. I waited until smaller critters had successfully crept to

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I glistened in the sunlight and slid keenly through my task.My function was a source of pride.My purpose? … I didn’t ask…Until the day the parted way resisted what I insisted… I felt a sad.But my substance was solid still… more than the matter I till…Lack of challenge made the edge go bad.Then came the stone. I stood alone. Bits of me were ripped away.My edge returned… and gifts I’d earned…

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Millions had been spent to perfect the Lunar Rover. It faced a harsh mistress with no room for error. Each cast of the die could prove literal. We were already awestruck by the eerie green glow that fluoresced on everything like a giant black light... Then we topped the rise. We were on the lip of what had once been a giant crater... until dust and boulders filled the bowl. The pockmarked plain

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Anach smiled at the moon shadows. The angle of the brilliant ball above made he and pony both appear to have better confirmation. He grinned at the name “Pony”, given to his big paint by a settler. He muttered a phrase in his birth tongue that translates “Pale people need names.” The lights of the town behind him descended out of sight as he traversed the rise, but Anach did not look back. He

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I poked up through the soil... and took a deep breath.I knew little of life... and nothing of death.The light flooded me with energy and powered organic machinery...Converting food and air into an entity... converting it to me.Solar powered, I flowered and towered and perceived the land at hand..As i grew i soon knew that yonder was more fertile than where i chanced to stand.My tendrils could not

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If my wishes were only three… I would be done by now. I could be enjoying my choices… or not. Having unlimited wishes brings a wearisome burden. I have to choose from a plethora of blessings… any of which would be sufficient for the moment. To make a wish is to make a choice is to accept responsibility… to be at peace with that choice. Immediately, I wished for health… and was told I had

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The princess sat in the glorious sunshine brightening the already opulent balcony overlooking the busy beauty of movement in the street below. Several songbirds flew happily about and sang from various perches on the castle walls and parapets. The sun glistened and sparkled on the tear that slid slowly down her face. The shiny trail it left pointed up to her beautiful eye... now vacant with

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They taught us most of the predictable rhythms of the earth... and many of the known universe. They taught us the scientific mathematics of Probabilities... which made inconsistent rhythms more predictable.Our task was relatively simple. They would provide us with data on a physical object.... with an origin and destination. All we had to do was tell them what force and orientation the

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Everything that exists in Time… exists by change. The electrons relocate within the atom… Animal and vegetable convert energy to life within their own unique vibrations. Even the minerals shift in the soil as mother mountain moves, however imperceptibly. When I tune into the natural rhythms around me… I am treated to a symphony… a beautiful orchestration of a familiar soothing melody.

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The firelight shifted across his face in red-orange hues… deepening the furrow of his brow as they toasted his warriorness. He turned abruptly and strode away from the ebbing flames of battle. He joined the flickering shadows of the wood… but heard their allegiance to the protection of his wisdom. They could not hear the words in his mind that he could not scream. “I’m no protector… I

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We were overwhelmed with compassion… empathy for the misery that pervaded her murky aura. Just the scent of it spread far indeed. “Why do you have pain?” We inquired in love. “Because he injured me!” She replied venomously, pointing her accusing finger at the bully. We removed the bully but the misery endured. “Now why are you in pain?” “Because I am still injured, and also poor. “

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Time shuddered… reality quaked… creatures tumbled off their feet. The old one rolled quickly into a stable crouch to challenge any threat. He had not encountered this strangeness before… but he had before encountered strangeness. No threat appeared. He rose slowly to sniff and listen. The younger ones in the pack saw him standing and crawled into his shadow… seeking shelter in his strength

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The crowd knew his name… he was no longer a competitor… he was the champion. The adoring fans stood ready to grant his slightest wish… chanting his new title. The Reign would guarantee, to him and his, lifelong comfort and nobility. In the arena, the lone figure stood with arms and legs flung wide, his head thrown back as if his triumphant howl could be heard to the moon. He drew in the

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The different hues and shades of green in the glade made it seem that no other color existed in the world… nor was it needed. Even the muttering stream that flowed there seemed a shade of green in the reflected light. My cupped hands scooped up a refreshing drink from the offering flowing by. I turned downstream and relieved the water within me. It joined and became part of the

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Q: Who is Grey?A: That cannot be answered in black and white.Q: Are you human?A: I am human... but I am not just human only.Q: Do you believe in God?A: Yes... but my strength is that God believes in me.Q: Are you concerned with Afterlife?A: No, that is in the hands of One who loves me more than I can love myself.Q: Do you love Jesus?A: Yes, I love Jesus for the wisdom he spoke, which stands on

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As I drive along the dotted line the harvest moon appears behind the tall pines. The great orange ball climbs rapidly up the star-sprinkled curtain of night. An amber glow colors the countryside and invades my own space through the moonroof of the big truck. The contrasting dashboard lights create the mood of a timeship crossing a golden border between dimensions. The tall, dark silhouettes of

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The Grey RoseThe garden grew and burst forth in color. Even the sun worshipped the beauty and beamed light to reveal the vivid image.A smaller plant grew in the middle of that beauty, confined to shadows beneath the blossoms, becoming hardy by anticipating the march of the sunbeams, strategically arranging the roots to find food and foundation, weaving amongst the other plants so as not to

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