All posts tagged: Power

What Is a Miracle?

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Course Ideas / Reflections

Our dear friend Hariod asked me after my last post what the word miracle means to me, and as I thought about how to answer I realized my response would very quickly get out of hand in the post commentary.  Hence this post.  It’s a question I savor answering because I don’t quite know how I’m going to do it.  I have a feeling about what I wish to say, but the closer I get to the center […]

The Reason We Need Miracles

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Creative / Fiction

The electric yellow moped caught my attention because it was bright as an eye exam, despite the distance, and because it was tracing a gentle line through space, humming its way along a cock-eyed geodesic around the hill.  My focus collapsed, and I lost myself into a cloud of blank-faced calculations.  When I came back from wherever it is I went, I was convinced the small vehicle and it’s intriguing cargo were very likely inbound. […]

A Winter’s Meditation

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Creative

We had our first snow the day before yesterday—a sticky-heavy whiteness you could tamp into stable shapes—then a smattering more yesterday, and this morning I am witness to wonders I realize only now have been in the making for days.  The third act is the revelation.  Soft golden light pours sideways across the sky from a low-lying sun, and the second ridge is garnished with fog.  The air and the land are rising together, drawing […]

No. I Am Not.

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Poetry

Obviously I am not a Christian, but Jesus is my companion. More than that, even. We were bound together in darkness, in a moment we both chose without resistance. The ropes encircling us are sacred. We are each other’s atrium and ventricle. We live in the same house. We love the same woman. We lay together on a raft sometimes, continuing our passage across the sea to visit the birth of life. At night, when I’m […]

Some Forgetting Required

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Poetry

They’re at it again in there– getting organized so no one gets hurt once that one drummer we all love catches hold of a comet in each hand and starts hanging on for dear life. He’s the one the elephants still remember from the last world that went south, who appears in stories kept alive in their great ribbed vaults, where his memory ages with each migration into the delicate musk of ancestry and power. They’re […]

Reflections on Power

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Course Ideas

Power is a word that evokes a strange spectrum of thought forms and connotations, reactions and prejudices.  I think this is largely because the power we are most familiar with is the type that involves a victim and an oppressor.  We view power as the ability to cause events to occur despite the competing will of another.  That is our definition of power– a definition that makes perfect sense in the minds of the separate […]

My Stethoscope Palm

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Christ / Poetry

I walked out into a field of grass and golden light to place my hand upon the sky, and spun the heart wheel. The world blurred into songs– the old ones, the ones that can fly– then became the memory of human heads nodding in the darkness as the truth was shared one to one. Knowledge poured out of me to join with the Directions. It told me that every tear will be wiped away, then […]

Unity and Relationship

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Course Ideas

A little over a week ago Linda nominated this blog for an award, and being Award Free here I graciously declined but expressed my appreciation for the recognition.  Linda’s intent was clear and heartfelt, however, and revolved around expanding relationships and the threads of connection in this virtual realm.  I felt I wanted to honor the intention in some fashion.  So, I’ve been thinking since then off and on about relationship in general, and the […]

A Toothache

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Poetry

I used to think the very act of coming out to this frontier town, to this slat-walled refuge set down in the wild light and crooning darkness, would be sufficient. A proof of concept. Like I could purchase everlasting freedom with an act of unexpected boldness. Without thinking it per se, I believed that after packing just my necessaries and lashing them down, selling the house and the grandfather clock, then riding west across creaking leagues […]

Clouds, Shaken

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Poetry

The distance, receding. The sky so full of feathers, it’s obvious the gods tore open the clouds, shook them out over the land, and tossed their empty skins in a pile by the river. We’re back in the Dreamtime. The cold has come alive, the sky become an arctic fire, her sparks fluttering in a swirling dizzy of ballerina embers, and the hawk’s vision is still again, flooding my skull, impaling my every thought, studying my […]