Thursday, November 8, 2007
Who to love today?
Who to love today? Why you... and you...and you too! Leaving no one out...loving everyone...and letting love love...cause I can't do a thing. Just love lives here! Is this confusing? Not really. Beause love in actuality is all there is. We...as tiny human beings...have just pretended to be separate...just pretended to have separate individual identities...and that is okay too. But...in actuality...the essence of us is love. So...why not BE what we really are. Try it on...see how it feels. What can you lose?...except an imaginary life of strife and struggle? How to do it? Just take off the pretend mask around your heart...or just go straight in...to the depth of your heart. You can pretend that you don't know how or don't know what I am talking about...but you Do...you Do Indeed! God bless you...and I will be always loving you! Jimi.
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Hi Jim,
This is Logan. It was so nice being with you and Marie yesterday at Jeannie's satsang and dinner.
I think I will take you up on taking the mask off of my heart... such a delicious possibility. I know it wants to come out from behind the mask, but it is a bit shy.
I have put your card on my refrigerator door. Thx!
Let me share a short piece I received from a friend this morning...
Dandelions:
Everything depends upon prospective,
Is my glass half-empty or half-full?
I have a choice to see it one way
Or the other.
Take dandelions, for instance…..
Some folks see them as a weed,
But to me they hold a world of meaning that far outstrips
The definition of a “weed”.
I was quite a little child still filled with awe and wonder,
When my dear Grandpa stooped down, and in his hurly-burlyness
picked a random, fully-opened dandelion,
Held it under my tiny chin and proclaimed,
“Oh, you really do love butter, don’t’ you…
I can tell because your chin shows yellow!”
I had a warm and glowing feeling and saw him as some mystic prophet,
Cause he took the time from busy farming
To give attention just to me.
Then because they held a magic in my mind,
These precious flowers became an instrument of love
For me…..
On May Day when I made a paper “basket”
To hang on Mother’s door and run away…
The Dandelion
Was the symbol of my love to her.
So fill the basket to the brim
With teensy-petalled, golden heads
And save the hollow stems for making necklace chains!
How many million times do we interpret incorrectly
The meaning of some lowly-seeming object
Such as a Dandelion?
Perhaps our gaze can rest on even persons of great intellect
Or seeming lowly stature,
And we can choose to see them from another “angle”.
Let’s look again!!
Marcia J. Eaton
November 11, 2007
All the best to you & Marie!
Tell Marie that the flying manuals I used were from Gleim... others are available through Jeppesen, and King. Probably Marie's flight instructor would know which company would be the best to go with.
In Love & Gratitude,
Logan
loganmcmillan@cox.net
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