Full Moon Haikus

Oh, that silver orb

watching me wonder, she

plans to surprise me

she behind cloud veils

fully waxed, potent planet

sensing my hunger

Precocious Luna

you know how I feel about

secrets and waiting

from behind the fence

flutter of ducks wings take flight

sight, sound most divine

Sunday's Tanka

Velvet black birds on

Lush green carpets stealing

Worms from their safety

Sunday morning walks offer

murder by crows and beauty

Haiku Trio

Each night since birth and

to a little girl now ten

do I tell stories

The stories I read

and the ones I make up fresh

still soothe her to sleep

Mama, tell me please

coyote story again

which version say I?

Two days ago Fall arrived with a cold wind

Tickling the Japanese maple's drying leaves

Morning walks more refreshing on my skin

And clearing the heartspace a day at a time

Beloved time in the afternoon begins

As my school age youngster bursts in with tales to tell

And a late night reminisce of that funny conversation we had over dinner...

Paul Coelho asks: What is Heaven? And Hell?

And 1060 comments later I add...

Heaven is an ever changing event trapped in the context of time, the day, the hour, a moment.

Watching my ten year old dance in the living room behind me is the current version of Heaven being shown me.

Feeling connected to loved ones is Heaven. And when am I not connected? Well that would be the other side of this illusion called Life and therefore Hell.

Loved Ones surround me in all forms and I genuinely feel as connected to trees and birds and stones and water and the stars as I do my daughter, family and friends.

Trees my sisters
Stones my companions
Birds my harbingers
Clouds my teachers
Water my comfort

To cast myself across the Earth’s verdant and goldenness…Heaven
To be trapped in a concrete city…Hell
To receive a kiss my angel..Heaven
To feel as close as can be in conversation…Heaven
To be isolated from the ones I love…My illusion of Hell

The Alchemy of Love

What say you dear reader?

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Love Letter to a Rainy Day

Thank you Dear One:

You are but one of many wonderful muses in my life these days.

I am the cake who likes the icing you are.

I breathe deep again

and in comes the life that is

always around me

Love.

Dare to dream what you want to manifest and WATCH it show up when you least expect it.

And remember to say Yes to the invitation.

there are many more
haikus to be born and tossed
to the wind and sea

inspired by new friendship
Fall's season before us all

4.1.6.06 Remembered

4.16.06

What do I seek for company while I wait

A length of peace to knot about my waist

A gentle reminder that I am not alone

And I always have me, my forever first home

The language that serves this rapport most completely

Is time spent gazing into the soul’s deep and endless seas

And Ecstasy offers herself for the taking at all hours

All offerings shared add to our collective powers

We agree to take forms

Designed to transform

Spinning a web of hope and childlike grace

With a fluid ease, intuitively at an unhurried natural pace

The gratitude that surrounds my heart space

A light, strong, comforting and sacred ivory lace

It is no illusion how much I love you

Beautiful Soul

Crisp is the clear blue sky

I will walk a mile or three inspite of the chill

For a heart filled with love

Makes for warmth anywhere.

How I would celebrate you today...

Time with you is nourshment of a divine kind...

Ah, to draw out your poet is my heart's joy

A dance of words today to precede the next dance

On an early morning walk

I was stopped

by the site of performance art

on free standing stone carved pillar

upon a silken web

dew gathered

and diamonds emerged

at the forks of many strands

diamond dust like a pearl necklace made the transparent

visible to mine naked eye

took my breathe away

the sight of God's presence and handiwork

sunday at the park...walking

all the blades of grass asked

the leaves whispered rumors

the little brown birds paused

all to wonder and watch

that girl reading as she walked

who managed not to trip herself

she's a funny thing, that she is

choosing so much solitude for one so filled with a desire for communion

surrounded by love in all forms

she breathes in the laughter of children

and blows back wishes of patience

for parents who wander a little weary

and prays for

...another year of grace

...another year of moonlight dancing

...another year of sweet health

...another year of music living in her veins

...another year of love finding her

...another year of finding moments to love back

...another year of being light

at the right

and perfect

moment

The Perks of Being a Cool Mom

1:40am

Parenting strikes me as the sweetest past-time I have tonight.

Tomorrow it may be another activity but for now, I am wide awake and reliving the evening's ongoing activities.

They swam and swam and swam as long I would let them.

They dined like the young ladies they are, complimenting my fine grilled cheese sandwiches as "the best and quite tasty. "

Then they asked for their ice cream.

They launched a movie to watch tossing them selves across the carpet and said,

"Ready for kettle korn. A BIG bowl."

To be witness to a young pure friendship brings the widest smile I can possibly make to my face. And I forget awhile all the things I have promised myself I will do while they amuse themselves. To be an eavesdropper this evening is my dessert.

Two bright and happy and funny little girls are being so present to each other they have forgotten I am here.

Till they realize they are hungry again...

Haiku series dedicated to Bronte and Heidi

The quiet fills in

with a soft reflection on

a tender evening

Laughter earlier

tumbled down the hallway as

two young souls played

Sweetest this friendship

long will it be a fixture

in my memory

Young girls innocence

and a summer spent laughing

till they fell asleep

Tomorrow more time

please mum more time together

more time together

Ah yes, it is simply that simple. How come we forget so easily and so often and for so long?

residues of a tender time

Do you like adocavos?

Could you tell me what you think a booktangle is?

Ever jumped in muddle-pullies for fun?

Want to meet me nexterday?

Are you a good ordinator?

Will you answer all the questions I ask mom?

(I hope my daughter never stops making up words: she is a constant source of inspiration and laughter.)

I’m trying to be a Light Unto Myself! But in the event I want to join your group…

This evening, I attended an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting as a guest with my friend who is nine years sober and an absolute inspiration. The meeting was in a beautiful church and after the large gathering had opening addresses and readings, three distinct groups separated for the remainder of the evening program.

My friend and I joined the Women’s Group and nearly three dozen of us crowded into the churches conference room that was ideal for no more than 15. It was a hot night and given where we ended up sitting, deep in the room in folding chairs against the wall, I knew I was about to be tested.The windows were also permanently closed and the fan at the top of the conference room in the doorway, even on high did not reach the back corner. I knew I was about to really be tested.

Is this not the Essence of Spiritual Living? To be tested and choose surrender to what is? I did my best to simply be fully present with an open heart and witness what was shared, one person after another. I heard in each story a piece of my own history. I appreciated each individual who was truly unknown to me. I was especially fascinated by the women who were knitting and crocheting all the time the program was facilitated. I chose also to remain silent, anonymous and distinctly felt noticed as a newcomer.

I didn’t feel unwelcome but curiosity (without judgement) was palpable and fascinating to me.

And while AA is not a spiritual organization, I heard time and time again the mention of fellowship, higher power, gratitude, and acceptance. And for 90 minutes I did my best to “Be a Light Unto Myself” in a new group that was entirely foreign to me. Conclusion again: Sacred space is sacred time.

I was reminded again that spirituality comes in every color, shape, size and format. This remains my conclusion after years of being a “visitor” but never becoming a member of organized religion. Okay, so I was baptized Episcopalian but really my mother made that call for me at nine years old. And shortly after being baptized I revolted and wanted to stay home on Sunday. I remember saying with conviction: “I can pray at home. God is here. God is everywhere.” My mother said, “You are going to church whether you like it or not.”

And, I’ve been wrestling with that resistance to being part of a group ever since.

Now, Seattle is an extraordinary place with its full range and diversity of spiritual offerings.

I peacefully co-exist with them all. I even give the Mormon’s a few minutes each time they tap on my door. And recycle their pamphlets in the spirit of being green.

I could say that my “teacher” has not yet arrived, or that the student I am is not yet ready to recognize said teacher. Or perhaps my teacher is me? But I remain curious and embrace having a beginner’s mind.

In truth, I have yet to find a spiritual home and community. No particular community has entirely captured my heart or my time on Sunday or any other day of the week. No particular set of spiritual principles precedes all others. In fact, recently I’d say I am on a long sabbatical from spiritual dating, but may resume the search for the perfect church-mate. Or not.

What I do know is I embrace living a brand of spirituality I created thanks to all the established paradigms in existence long before my distinct self. What I appreciate most is the "source code" for all of the world's religions and spiritual practices.

Spirituality at it's Essence is exquisitely individual for me this season. Making living a spirtual existence as simple as I believe. And I reserve the right to join again a sangha that I hope will accept me as I am, rainbow light that I can be.

Reflection

Somethings are
better left unsaid
For my eyes
will surely
speak for me

And when you
look into me
That way you do
I need not
be touched

The way you look at me, Beloved: perfection.

Lorraine Ellis Harr

After the crickets stop
evening silence grows
louder and louder

The Red Barn, 45

Dragonflies—
Even if I could catch one
—I wouldn’t.

Tombo, 34

A dragonfly touches down
Leaves a few circles growing
In the water …

Tombo, 27

Winter moonlight;
Between the house and the barn
the untracked snow.

Snowflakes, 17

Burnt-out beach fire;
Rinds of a watermelon
among the ashes.

A Flight of Herons, 30

Summer at the pool...sacred moments

Interesting observations at the pool…a game of three is going on, two middle school boys and one young adult who is what, an older brother? The Objective: whomever is in the pool must be kept in the pool. My daughter CRAVES to join though they all have years and strength on her, but she is joining in all the same. Only requires a little prompting from me a little to stand her ground. They will be playing this game all summer…and tickles are tactical and strategic at times. She used her smarts once to gain an advantage as the Elder attempted to get out of the pool. She couldn't over power him but she tickled and back in he fell in a giggle.

She amps up her awareness as to where she needs to be. Plus her swimming goggles make her impenetrable when water is splashed in her face. It’s a fun game for the players. And even more fun to watch as she grows more confident in her ability to still make new friends with a simple request she used to do with tremendous ease as a pre-schooler and “Can I play with you?”

Gone for now are the days of making new best friends every time we went to the park. It is replaced with a hint of self-consciousness...little girl growing up...sigh!

1am again

I linger over silence

and drone of a hard drive

to bed dear child, go

does an angel then whisper

to sleep and to dream

the many things that fill my head

also excite my heart

Stories: Which Shape My Life?

"It is all a question of story.

We are in trouble just now because we do not have a good story.

We are in between stories. The old story, the account of how the world came to be

and how we fit into it, is no longer effective. Yet we have not yet learned the new story.

Our traditional story of the Universe sustained us for a long period of time.

It shaped our emotional attitudes, provided us with life purpose and energized action.

It consecrated suffering and integrated knowledge.

We awoke in the morning and knew where we were.

We could answer the questions of our children.

We could identify crime, punish transgressors. Everything was taken care of because the story was there. It did not necessarily make people good, nor did it take away the pains and stupidities of life or make for unfailing warmth in human associations.

It did provide a context in which life could function in a meaningful manner."

-Thomas Berry

Explore the practice of becoming ever more mindful of the stories that shape your life and when they come clearly into view, begin to investigate and question those stories have come from, how they live in you, and how they either serve of diminish the quality of life. Discovering, questioning, and revisioning the stories by which we live is a liberative artform worthy of your exploration. Can you imagine how different our lives and world would be if more and more people were to come to live by stories that are more closely aligned and congruent with the true nature of reality - and of themselves?

Thank you Joel and Michelle Levy for your wonderful Thought for the Day. To find out more about their work visit: http://www.wisdomatwork.com/WisdomAtWork/Home.html

It requires self-esteem to receive--not self-love but just a pleasant acquaintance and liking for oneself.

Thank you to http://www.delanceyplace.com for the daily missiles of fiction that prompt one to seek out and read the WHOLE book.

I was a highschool student when I read Cannery Row, The Log of the Sea of Cortez and Pastures of Heaven (my personal favorite of Steinbeck's to this day.) In late January of this year, while on a visit home to the Monterey Peninsula, my mother, daughter and I visited the Monterey Aquarium and I was drawn back down the "rabbit hole" as I fingered each wonderful Steinbeck offering in the main gift shop, with artful modern covers. And yet I could see my Penguin Classic Editions with tattered corners as clear as I could see my hand before me reaching for crisp copy of The Pearl and other stories. Those were the days, when so many of my dearest friends were as my mother calls them "bookfriends."

In this excerpt, John Steinbeck eulogizes his recently deceased friend, Ed Ricketts:

I have tried to isolate and inspect the great talent that was in Ed Ricketts, that made him so loved and needed and makes him so missed now that he is dead. Certainly he was an interesting and charming man, but there was some other quality that far exceeded these. I have thought that it might be his ability to receive, to receive anything from anyone, to receive gracefully and thankfully, and to make the gift seem very fine. Because of this everyone felt good in giving to Ed--a present, a thought, anything.

Perhaps the most overrated virtue in our list of shoddy virtues is that of giving. Giving builds up the ego of the giver, makes him superior and higher and larger than the receiver...It is so easy to give, so exquisitely rewarding. Receiving, on the other hand, if it is well-done, requires a fine balance of self-knowledge and kindness. It requires humility and tact and great understanding of relationships. In receiving, you cannot appear, even to yourself, better or stronger or wiser than the giver, although you must be wiser to do it well.

It requires self-esteem to receive--not self-love but just a pleasant acquaintance and liking for oneself.

John Steinbeck, The Log from the Sea of Cortez, Appendix, ""About Ed Ricketts"", Penguin Books, 1951, pp. 272-3

At fourteen, I would say I was not quite in possession of self-esteem, but rather that I was still on a quest to find it and claim it like a treasure. It took a lot longer than I could ever imagine. I was already an expert at giving and giving certainly has its place. Hindsight being what it is, I see now I was resistant to receiving, except in the most dire of times. And even then my capacity to receive what I most needed was colored with angst.

That all began to change the day I became a mother. And I am not the first to say that the birth of a child marked the beginning of a new era of self-actualization.

The reality and experience of pure love given and received in a mutual moment of exchange came about 8:30am on January 31, 2000 when my newly delivered daughter was placed across my chest, met my eyes, and clasped my little finger with her own fresh perfect hand. And her crying evaporated as did my nausea from the epidural and time stood still a moment. And there began my sense of self, relative to her, and my new role and responsibility. She would know love and self-love and be given every opportunity to accept herself from the beginning. And that has made all the difference in the last decade for me. I remain an expert at giving and am no longer a novice at receiving. And that new "talent" makes life sweeter.

"It requires self-esteem to receive--not self-love but just a pleasant acquaintance and liking for oneself."

May you enjoy the journey of making your own acquaintance.

Where is God now?

My father said:
God is in Sari Kamish
Fastening happiness to the tops of
double ladders
So that people and nations can ascend and descend.
In the evenings
He sat outside and looked at the stars.
Nothing disturbed his inner peace
So long as there was bread
And quiet for meditation.

I wished with all my heart
To be such as I knew him to
his old age.

Where is God now?
On Rue des Colonels
sit in the attitude he taught me
An old man
In my ears the sounds of children's voices
Monsieur Bon Bon
Feeling the sun warm
The ruin of my body
I breathe God
In and out.

Pierce Butler
writer-in-residence
Bentley University

haikus after library hours

to watch a child read
a book wholeheartedly
brings smiles to these eyes

for as many books
in the library are there
so am I curious

who is the author
of this beloved series
known as my life

but wait, today is about something else...

children are restless
and the crocus are blooming
Spring Break starts today!

Earth Hour Haiku

Candles luminate
Silence my companion
And a cup of tea

Today, again I stopped making plans

Yes, I will do what is before me that needs to be done.
Yes, I will have tea as often as I am compelled.
Yes, I will eventually go to sleep this night.

And YES, I have the list of places I would like to visit, things I would like to do, crafted before I was reminded through an evening of humor and simplicity and forthright laughter:

Be. Here. Now.

What was I thinking? Oh wait, that was the culprit, I was thinking and way too much.

Today a friend asked me: "Are you happy?"

It was in the stopping to think about it I came up with the yes/no answer.

I Rewind.
Attempt to assuage the part of me that values thinking.
Ask me again, I request.

"Are you happy?"

I breathe in and breathe out. Why yes I am.

God remind me of what it is to be of an age I could get myself about, ask for what I wanted, give hugs freely and say I love you unabashedly for no apparent reason.

The days I made new best friends at the playground
without even thinking.

Rain sweet rain sweet rain
coaxing crocus from slumber
when may I see you?

come, spring, come

Robins and starlings
in flight and in song confirm
and insist Spring arrive!

Commence, this moment
burst forth and unfold young leaves
Reveal your deep green

I am done with chill
bones in need of warmth rebel
I stay in bed too long

You have eyes
the color of a Tuscan sunset
I look forward to seeing
again and again.

No two evenings
ever the same

All wonderful.
Perfection at every moment.

Tanka

Spring tries to come while
Dry white rain blankets the trees
and leaves black ice

And still the robins return
And hummingbird with green breast

Monday afternoon meditation

Good morning Poet! The snowfall this morning has driven my beloved robins where for now? But yesterday they were out in full force, golden red breasts and cheerful song that they are.

The robins return
Harbingers of another spring
Doing what is most important of all

Singing between worms
Singing because they can

So many, so many
Sharing the same patch of soil
Sharing with the little brown birds, demure and humble
Sharing with the bawdy Stellar Jay

They seem entirely unaware of the recession…

full moon eclipse

photo by John Dotson

full moon ponders
gossamer thoughts of beloveds
waxing to ripeness

tender enthusiasm
tempered for the days to come

Ten Sufi Thoughts from The Way of Illumination by Hazrat Inayat Khan

There are ten principal Sufi thoughts which comprise all the important subjects with which the inner life of man is concerned:

1) There is one God, the Eternal, the Only Being; none else exists save God.

2) There is one Master, the Guiding Spirit of all souls, who constantly leads all followers towards the light.

3) There is one Holy Book, the sacred manuscript of nature, which truly enlightens all readers.

4) There is one Religion, the unswerving progress in the right direction towards the ideal, which fulfils the life's purpose of every soul.

5) There is one Law, the law of Reciprocity, which can be observed by a selfless conscience together with a sense of awakened justice.

6) There is one human Brotherhood, the Brotherhood and Sisterhood which unites the children of earth indiscriminately in the Fatherhood of God.

7) There is one Moral Principle, the love which springs forth from self-denial, and blooms in deeds of beneficence.

8) There is one Object of Praise, the beauty which uplifts the heart of its worshipper through all aspects from the seen to the unseen.

9) There is one Truth, the true knowledge of our being within and without which is the essence of all wisdom.

10) There is one Path, the annihilation of the false ego in the real, which raises the mortal to immortality and in which resides all perfection.

The objectives of the Sufi path:
1) To realize and spread the knowledge of unity, the religion of love and wisdom, so that the bias of faiths and beliefs may of itself fall away, the human heart may overflow with love, and all hatred caused by distinctions and differences may be rooted out.
2) To discover the light and power latent in man, the secret of all religion, the power of mysticism, and the essence of philosophy, without interfering with customs or belief.
3) To help to bring the world's two opposite poles, East and West, closer together by the interchange of thought and ideals, that the Universal Brotherhood may form of itself, and man may see with man beyond the narrow national and racial boundaries.

Hazrat Inayat Khan (1882-1927)

Dear President-Elect Obama,

My little girl at the age of eight took an interest in politics because in part of you. She took an interest in history and the presidents of the United States when she was in second grade. She's also quite happy that Hillary Clinton is involved in your cabinet and on your team. We plan to stay in tune to what is going on.

Many people are expressing ECSTATIC JOY and others are worried.

I am sending LIGHT and support and LIGHT and feeling particularly calm and grounded and simply content every time I see a photo of you whether it is you beside your Beloved Michelle, or your daughters or your partner Joe Biden. It is indeed a historical moment. And not to be minimized and yet, do you realize what you have set in motion for the likes of your own daughters as well as my own.

No worries shall I have
Simply faith
Smiling as I imagine
What will be accomplished
On your watch.

Namaste

'Anything possible,' Obama tells joyous crowd

By DAVID ESPO and BEN FELLER, Associated Press Writers David Espo And Ben Feller, Associated Press Writers Sun Jan 18, 9:54 pm ET
WASHINGTON – Two days from the White House, President-elect Barack Obama joined a vast throng Sunday at a joyous pre-inauguration celebration staged among marble monuments to past heroes. "Anything is possible in America," declared the man who will confront economic crisis and two wars when he takes office.
"Despite the enormity of the task that lies ahead, I stand here today as hopeful as ever that the United States of America will endure — that it will prevail, that the dream of our founders will live on in our time," the president-elect said at the conclusion of a musical extravaganza that featured U2, Beyonce, Bruce Springsteen and a host of other stars.

Obama and his family held the seats of honor at the event, and a crowd of tens of thousands spilled from the base of the Lincoln Memorial toward the Washington Monument several blocks away in the cold, gray afternoon of mid-January.

It was the high point of a full day of pre-inaugural events that included a wreath-laying at the Tomb of the Unknowns at Arlington National Cemetery and a morning church service where children recalled the life of civil rights leader Martin Luther King Jr.

Obama's motorcade drew ever-larger crowds as the day wore on and he and his wife, Michelle, and their children Sasha and Malia crisscrossed the city.

"Just another typical Sunday," deadpanned the Rev. Derrick Harkins, pastor at the Nineteenth Street Baptist Church, where the soon-to-be first family prayed.

Of course it was anything but — a run-up, in fact, to the first inauguration of an African-American president in a nation founded by slave-owners.

Obama's aides said he was readying an inaugural address that would stress twin themes of responsibility and accountability, and they predicted he would devote his first week in office to economic recovery, setting in motion a 16-month troop withdrawal from Iraq and decreeing a code of ethics for his administration.

With the economy weak and growing weaker, banks in trouble and joblessness rising, Obama's team was careful to warn against any expectation that he would be a miracle worker once in office. "I think it's fair to say that it's going to take not months but years to really turn this around," said David Axelrod, a political strategist expected to have White House space mere paces from the Oval Office.

Obama said as much in his own brief remarks. "I won't pretend that meeting any one of these challenges will be easy. It will take more than a month or a year, and it will likely take many," he said.

He stood alone at the base of the steps before the statue of a seated Lincoln looking out at a crowd every bit as large as the one King addressed a generation earlier in his "I have a dream" speech that was a defining moment of the civil rights era.

An even larger audience is forecast for the inauguration outside the Capitol on Tuesday, with estimates running into the millions. Agencies in charge of logistics and security said they would enforce a ban on personal auto traffic across the Potomac River bridges from Virginia into Washington and seal off a large portion of the downtown area. Access to buildings along the Inaugural parade route down Pennsylvania Avenue was limited to those who gained Secret Service approval in advance.

Obama's day began at the Tomb of he Unknowns at Arlington National cemetery, where he and Vice President-elect Joseph Biden laid a wreath in memory of fallen heroes. The two men placed their hands over their hearts as a uniformed bugler played taps in a somber opening to a festive day.

The scene was quite different at the church a few miles away, where the congregation erupted in applause when Obama and his family walked to their seats.

"Understand that God has prepared you, and God has placed you, and God will not forsake you," Harkins told the incoming president.

Children sang and spoke selected readings that recalled King, killed in 1968.

"Martin Luther King walked so that Barack Obama could run," said one boy. "Barack Obama ran so that all children could fly," added another, standing a few feet away from the first African-American ever elected president.

At the Lincoln Memorial a few hours later, King's son, Martin Luther King III, had a brief speaking role.

For the most part, the program was a festival of music, the songs chosen to make their points. Mary J. Blige sang, "Lean on Me," Springsteen performed "The Rising," and Obama mouthed the words as 89-year-old Pete Seeger pitched in with "This Land is Your Land."

Many in the crowd sang along with Beyonce's soulful finale, "America the Beautiful."

In film clips at earlier moments, Obama was cast as heir to Franklin Delano Roosevelt, John F. Kennedy and even Lincoln, who the president-elect said was "the man who in so many ways made this day possible."

As Obama moved around town in a pre-inaugural motorcade, his aides blanketed Sunday's interview programs.

With the nation facing the most difficult economic crisis since the Great Depression, they all agreed that recovery was the principal challenge facing the new president.

"What's important ... is ensuring that those that have had the short end of the stick for the last few years — make sure that they get the help that they need, that this administration begins to create the jobs and give some financial stability to families so that they can feel hopeful about going forward," said Robert Gibbs, who will serve as Obama's White House press secretary.
"Three million, 4 million jobs is going to make a very big difference," said Lawrence Summers, a top economic adviser to the incoming president, referring to the goal Obama has set. "It all depends on psychology, but we are going to be leaning forward throughout this administration. The president's made it clear that our errors are not going to be of standing back."

The Democratic-controlled Congress has already made a quick start on the president's recovery program, clearing the way for use of the second $350 billion for the financial industry bailout created last fall, and launching an $825 billion stimulus measure. Democratic leaders have pledged to have the legislation ready for Obama's signature by mid-February.

House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, D-Calif., also endorsed Obama's call for a summit meeting to begin controlling spending on huge government benefit programs such as Social Security, Medicare and Medicaid. She said even benefit cuts should be included as an option for discussion. "You put everything on the table. The only thing we didn't want to put on the table is eliminating" the programs, she added.

The Senate appears ready to confirm several of Obama's Cabinet appointees as soon as he signs the formal nomination paperwork on Tuesday, although not everything has been smooth for Obama and his transition team.

Treasury Secretary-designate Timothy Geithner's confirmation has been delayed for at least a few days because of his disclosure that he had failed to pay some federal taxes earlier in the decade. Bill Richardson withdrew as Obama's commerce secretary choice because of a grand jury investigation in New Mexico, where he is governor, and Obama himself was tripped up by controversy surrounding the appointment of his successor in the Senate.

Sen. Roland Burris, D-Ill., was sworn in Thursday — and swiftly voted with Obama to release the bailout funds. The president-elect and Senate Democrats had initially balked at allowing him to take the seat, saying his appointment was tainted because Gov. Rod Blagojevich faces criminal charges that he sought something in return for appointing Obama's successor.

Incoming White House chief of staff Rahm Emanuel said in a televised interview that in his conversations with the governor, Blagojevich did not seek anything improper.

Pelosi and Gibbs appeared on Fox; Summers on CBS; Axelrod on ABC and Emanuel on NBC.

"Tis late Love, head to bed," I've told myself. An hour has passed since I offered that wisdom to myself. My inner child has no interest in sleep.
Why won't I go?
Why don't I go?

And miss something when there is so much living going on in the thick, night air.

Who wants to play?

Moon is a waning moon as my energy waxes; 1:30am approaches.

Active is my mind
Vibrant is this heart I carry
Dancing on my breast

How I love to love
With a joy and a glory
each breath is heaven

Could I sleep?
Will I dream?
Shall I wake?

To dance through another day?
Who will dance with me awhile?

I will enter stage left and you Beloved from stage right
And in the middle somewhat elevated we shall meet again.

The real reason for doing good works and leading a dedicated life should be because it is the outward and visible sign of an inward and invisible grace ~ Ursula Roberts

So who I ask is Ursula Roberts and consult Wikipedia...coming up with a little but not a lot.

Susan Miles
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Susan Miles was the nom de plume of Ursula Wyllie Roberts (1887-1975). She was born in India, where her father was a colonel in the British military.
Miles published Dunch (1918), Annotations (1922), Little Mirrors (not dated, 1923?), The Hares (1924), News! News! (date?) and Rainbows (1962) as well as the more famous novel in verse Lettice Delmer (1958, reprinted 2002), two novels and a biography of her husband Portrait of a Parson (1955). She also edited Childhood in Verse and Prose (1923).
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Everyone carries with them at least one and probably more pieces to someone else's puzzle. Sometimes they know it, sometimes they don't. And when you present your piece, which is worthless to you, to another whether you know it or not, whether they know it or not, you are a messenger from the Most High ~ Rabbi Lawrence Kushner

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I am here for whom?
To do what with whom?
But of course for you.

And joy comes again
As tears wash my face

And a gaze tells a story that no words ever can.

Silence, impeccable as fresh snow
Offers space for love to sweep in
and occupy the best seat in the house