one happy family

1 Corinthians 8:6  But to us there is but one God, the Father, of whom are all things, and we in him.

One God

and that one and only is our parent

Mother/Father

the creative source

of us.

‘of whom are all things’

everything--

every single good thing, thought, feeling, experience—

is from my Mother.

Boy do I have good linage.

This is better than royalty.

Prince/princess that is me

and you

and everyone.

‘and we in him’

never separate from parent Love

always in great conversation with Mother Mind

expressing  creativity with Father Soul

calmly spiritual as Sprit plans

This is our life in Life

All is Truth

This is the Principle of being.

One happy family.

Time

When am I?

Where am I?

The room expands to infinity

and feels cramped.

I am lost in now:

            no flowers to pick;

                        no bouquets to place;

no need to do;

no one needs me to do it.

This touches who I am,

            restlessly doing and going

                        fitting living into a pattern,

            the pattern becoming me.

But take time!

            Don’t let it take you,

                        swiftly, like the middle current

                                                of the unstoppable river.

            Dam the river time,

                        and in the quiet lake,

                                    behind the dam

            don’t notice that the water

                                    still flows.

Swim deep in Now

           

           

To the limit

To the limit

By Kit Kurtz 9-24-15

The news reads:

Feared dead, May 16, 2015, (age 43);Yosemite, California

Dean Potter: expert free climber, alpinist, base jumper.

“High above the Yosemite Valley there are cliffs

where daredevils dream of flight”

          He BASE-jumped

in a winged suit to carry him on the wind.

Those of us earth bound,

let the news float by us

and only pause to think:

“Did he not value

his mortal life?

No self preservation?

Foolhardy?”

Have YOU ever flown on the wind?

Touched the sky?

Left your flesh behind

and entered Spirit’s realm?

The news reads:

Feared dead,  August 2, 2015 (aged 53); Ibiza, Spain

          Natalia Molchanova: world's 'greatest freediver'

                    dove deep into the ocean,

into her passion

"It seems she'll stay in the sea,”

her son said.

            “I think she would like that."

 

Those of us land bound,

let the news float by us

and only pause to think:

“Did she not value

her mortal life?

No self preservation?

Foolhardy?”

 

                                 Have YOU ever known the essence of the sea?

                                 Felt the quiet so deep

                               all you could hear was God.

The news reads:

Feared dead, September 14, 2015 (age 62); Boiling Pots, Hilo, Hawaii

          Jolee Reiswig: brilliant water and waterfall adventurer

                   Saved the life of her companion,

                             then was pulled into the waterfalls turbulence.

                                      She hasn’t been seen since.

Those closest to her say:

“What a glorious exit.”

“It was as she would have wanted.”

“It seems she will stay in the river.

 I think she would like that.”

Those of us body bound,

let the news float by us

and only pause to think:

“Did she not value

her mortal life?

No self preservation?

Foolhardy?”

                                         Have YOU ever given “above and beyond”

and made an adventure that lasts beyond memory?

Have you discovered waterfalls in rainbows?

                                      Do YOU  play with the whales?

                                         Have YOU ever had a dolphin gift you a leaf

                                                        and call you friend?

Do you listen to God’s voice over the noise of all others?

These three children of God

Each as they saw their way

Explored the heights of God’s glory

Live in God’s day.

Gecko knowledge

Gecko knowledge

The jeweled gecko

                                               walking effortlessly

                                                  up the wall

                                                        and across the underside

                                                                of the overhanging roof

stops

                            and looks at me.

                                           Is he waiting

                                          for a crumb of toast

                              or flicking his tongue

                            to taste the air for my smoothie?

But his look seems to wonder

                                          why I don’t join him

                                    upon the wall and over the ceiling

                                       and use the ability

                                            he assumes he shares with me,

 to use attractive van der Waals' forces 
from molecules in
                              boards and walls and glass.

         

                As he slips into a crevice

                                                                 is he sad  that I don’t

                  understand my

                  capabilities

 or

only certain

                                                        that someday

                                                   I will

                                                       know,

                                                            and

                                                                join

                                                                   him

                                                                       up

                                                                         there

                                                                            on

                                                                               the

                                                                              wall?

The Sponge

 The sponge

I sit like a sponge,

listening in quiet contemplation.

I soak in Love’s voice.

Full up,

 with love permeating every pore,

 joyfully sopping with Life,

I have a choice:

To lie out basking,

in the sun of worldly thought,

and let the inspiration slowly evaporated

until my sponge is bone dry

and I return to Love

to know

peace;

Or

To squeeze the love,

                                        In exuberant splashes

                   and thoroughly drench,

in Love’s great good,

everyone I see.

Christian Science treatment from Genius 1

From Genesis 1:

2And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.

3And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.

4And God saw the light, that it was good:

Right where the darkness of a of a mortal sense of problem is, right there on the waters of thought, the spirit of God is moving. On the face of the deep darkness of despair God is there. It matters not what we say or think about the darkness on the face of the waters, the spirit of God is moving, always on the spot, and says, "Let there be light." what happens? There is light! 

God sees, understands, the situation/condition lit by Love and knows, "It is very good!"

goodness and mercy

The 23 Psalm in last weeks lesson came at me from a different direction that has been so useful.

"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever."

What a promise! I have always loved the promise of goodness and mercy and living always in God's home. This time when I read, I payed a bit more attention and noticed the word 'follow'. In my previous readings of the verse I just took it as the general promise, "God gives you a home that has goodness and mercy." But by paying attention to the word follow I took away a different meaning.  

The previous verses talk about where we're being led. For example: " He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness..." In order to get to this promised of our God given home we have been obedient to the directions and receptive of the comfort that God has freely given. We are acting and thinking children of God. In the process of expressing God in this way goodness and mercy follows US.  What the world sees is the effect of our knowing that we are God's image. The world see and experiences goodness and mercy because we dwell in the house of the Lord.

With this view of the Psalm our action has good consequences. Being God's witnesses is not a passive action. Once I thought in this way, I began to notice the goodness and mercy following me. After a particularly inspiring hour singing to the dolphins and having them respond with a companionship that I am sure was the result of my focus on the unity of God's creation, a young woman came up to me on the pier and told me how beautiful I am. When I deferred she insisted that I was very beautiful. I am sure that she was responding to the spiritual glow of inspiration. Another day the workers at the gym where I help with Special Olympic's power lifting told me how awesome they thought I was and sent me a singing telegram. I thought I had done nothing special, just expressing Love. Again I think they saw 'goodness and mercy' following me. In Costco a worker giving samples gave me bag because he had seen my kindness. I wasn't sure what he was talking about.  It must have been that goodness and mercy following me as I work at being 'led in the paths of righteousness'.

David from the bible knew that this is God's  promise to us all.  We are led and cared for and as we are receptive to this action of God, goodness and mercy follow us.  David certainly gave us a good example and Jesus Christ perfected that example.  Better get the move and be led.

Father

Embracing

Father Love guides
with a gentle hand
   lifting up
          washing clean
                purifying
                      or showing
                            already pure.

Love, fatherly,
      opens the way
           tenderly removes
                 the stumbling stone,
           self not willing to see
       the pure and
   holy
me.
                                     
                                Father kind
                          and always good
                   hugs me close
             and sings a lullaby
       that wakes me
joyfully.
     

The universe

 The expanding Universe

Love’s hand

pushes the universe to expand

Overflowing us with Soul’s great good

and  swiftly  makes it understood

That now’s container is to small

and cannot hold it all.

Now complete

never a fleck of good can delete

endlessly painted by artist Mind

it grows and changes with light entwined

infinity’s creative face is shown                                                             

dynamic  Now is known.

The Straight and narrow way

The Straight and Narrow Way

I look.

I think my way is blocked.

An avalanche

of cares

 a blizzard of troubles,

the world’s gift.

But I am a snowplow

and Truth’s my guide.

Christ’s light,

like markers in the snow,

guides to

clear the way.

I watch

the troubled cares pile

off the path

till Mind’s clear sun

melts the snow.

Other days I am not a snowplow.

I am a dancer

leaping high

with the freedom of Soul.

Dancing on the rainbow

 of God’s promise.

My radiant reflection

of God’s being

lifting my steps

high.

Either way,

plow or dancer,

my path leads

straight

to my childlike smile

at my oneness

with

Mother

Father

God.

New words

I ask for new words

and I receive new colors.

Are colors words?

Then,

what good is a word

if I don’t understand it?

If it is just sounds?

Perhaps the mynah’s call

is my new word for God

or the gentle

                            phulff of the wind,

turning a page of a book.

Phurhh whispers

the breeze in my ear,

a new word for love.

Latikal say the fountain,

“contentment”.

Apex

The Japanese White Eye

little green finch

lands on the apex

            of the unfurling palm

            the impossible point

and looks around with joy.

That is where I am,

      on the tip of

            unfolding thought,

impossible to grasp?

Mind opens wide.

Look around with joy.

waiting for the school bus

Waiting for the school bus

Waltzing under the lace

of avocado blossoms

Stepping - one, two, three

           on the grass patterns

between the lava paving.        

                         

The sun catches coconuts

            in the first morning light

Blessing the arc

of the driveway sentinel.

Father and whales

This week our lesson starts with something Jesus said.  "Your Father knows what you need before you ask." I read something that told that Jesus only called God, "Father".  I have been thinking a lot about this. If you say and think Father when talking about God it gives a different feeling.  If you say Father God the meaning (in my thinking) slips back into my usual idea of God.  Just saying Father brings a closeness, a caring relationship.  The same with Mother as a name for God.

I was thinking a lot about these thoughts when I was out on my paddle board Tuesday looking for whales. Then a baby whale breached (jumped into the air) about 100 meters from me.

 I actually had been feeling jealous of people that had been out on the water with the whales this year.  They had wonderful close encounters with the whales but I had not. (Jealousy is NOT good and I try to get rid of it.) I was thinking about this one day when I was on the water and God told me, "All of my creation is good. Do you want it all?" That made me humble. Of course I don't want all the good for myself. That wouldn't work.

Anyway, I was out on Tuesday thinking about my Father-Mother (God).  After the baby whale, a family of one baby whale and two or three adults  swam not too far away from me.  They come up to breathe and then go down for 10 to 20 minutes (not so long with a baby whale).  I waited for them to come back up then paddled closer.  They started to come to me, 50 to 25 meters. One adult surfaced with his head up and spied me. THEN, in a few minutes, the whale breached about 10 meters from me.  Very close! As close as it could be and be safe.  I think it looked at me and then knew where to jump.  It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life, thank you Father.

After that I did errands for my mother and two hours later I got home. when I got home I realized that I had left my paddle board at the pier.  Maybe I was still too excited. It takes 10 minutes to get from our house to the pier. At first I thought, "Oh no! I hope it is still there." My paddle board cost about $1300 and my friend's board had been taken from the pier a week before. Then I thought.  "No Father (God) is taking care of this. All people are his children and he created them loving and honest. My paddle board is still there." I did not worry at all as I drove down the hill. Of course the paddle board was there.

I was too excited to take photos.

Whale spying                                                     I was closer

six geckos

Six geckos,

Maybe seven,

Gather on a sunny drain pipe

This Sunday morning.

Which one called the meeting?

What are they discussing?

The seasonal availability of moths?

The rarity of mosquitoes?

And what is a group of geckos called

Meeting there on pillar and  pipe?

A herd, a pride, a pod , a flock?

Their choice of structure

Pillar supporting the roof,

Drain pipe directing

the rain wash safely  away,

suggests another structure

of Truth and Love.

The geckos are in church.

watching rainbows again

Today was a rainy morning but then rainy mornings give us rainbows.

Dawn

I had a healing of the flu last week.  I learned an important lesson.  Some healings are like the sun breaking through the clouds.  Suddenly the truth about God and man is clear and we are healed. This time I had to study and keep learning.  It felt that I wasn't making progress. Saturday night I fell asleep early while I was trying to work and pray so Sunday morning I work up before light at 6 am.
I studied for about an hour and then looked out in surprise to find that it had become light. I thought, "Some healings are like this. You work long hours staying with the understanding that God made man whole. Then you look up and find that the day has quietly dawned and you are healed.
With that realization I was healed.