Sung by Linda Ronstadt on the album "Faust"
I was born in Gainesville, Florida
And my father was a tailor
Andmy mother ran a cafe near the university
And she didn't raise a fool when she raised me
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Saturday, March 17, 2018
Sunday, March 11, 2018
Sacred Service
Sacred Service
I AM SPIRITUALLY FULFILLED WHEN MY UNIQUE GIFTS ARE DEDICATED TO THE SERVICE OF OTHERS.
I am a spiritual being expressing in a limited human form. That expression is a combination of talents and gifts that are unique to me. As I learn to express those gifts, my life becomes progressively easier and more rewarding. But I soon recognize that focusing on the quality of my own life is too limiting for the spiritual being I truly am.
Whenever my experience feels challenging, I turn my attention outward to find ways of serving others. It is a spiritual paradox that only by being of service to others I most fully express my unique gifts for myself. In serving others I am fulfilling my highest spiritual purpose, and the energy of love with which I serve becomes my own life experience.
Like good stewards of the manifold grace of God, serve one another with whatever gift each of you has received.–1 Peter 4:10
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
The lonely zen master
If you're climbing Cold Mountain Way,
Cold Mountain Road grows inexhaustible:
long canyons opening across fields of talus,
broad creeks tumbling down mists of grass.
Moss is impossibly slick even without rain,
but this far up, pines need no wind to sing.
Who can leave the world's tangles behind
and sit with me among these white clouds?
- Han shan
Cold Mountain Road grows inexhaustible:
long canyons opening across fields of talus,
broad creeks tumbling down mists of grass.
Moss is impossibly slick even without rain,
but this far up, pines need no wind to sing.
Who can leave the world's tangles behind
and sit with me among these white clouds?
- Han shan
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