A prayer for my now:
Help me to greet the world as I truly am—
whole–enough–flawed–wild–open
And not how I wish the world to receive me—
separate–good–perfect–tame–limited.
Truth. Is. Being. Real. Connected. A speck in all.
❤ becky j suzik
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brain compost
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A few truths about caring: Caring hurts.
Caring is inconvenient.
Caring is–most times–thankless.
Caring changes things for the good.
Caring matters.
Caring is muy importante!
I went to the woods and a wise Leaf Owl stared penetratingly at my core and hooted, “Please care!”
So I was inconvenienced and sad while I picked up a giant stash of uncaring.
(Carrybag brought to me by the river and “WalMart. And thanks human!
Walking home I felt less sad.
Hmmm. Thinking about my woods and her creatures no longer attempting to eat or compost the naughty carelessmess.
I was also carrying this little poem-ishy thing:
Brain compost!
Thank you woods.
Thank you Leaf Owl.
Thank you trash.
Thank you humans visiting the woods.
Thank YOU for reading….but most of all, thank you for caring.
Take sweet care!
all my ❤
bjs
bjs
give me your hand
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God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand
~ Rilke
(translated by Joanna Macy)
my ❤ becky
courage
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Hello Dear Ones,
I’ve been thinking–more like feeling, really–so much about the courage it takes to be human… each day: Feeling and honoring the power each of us possesses to choose the beliefs and focuses of our heart, mind and hands.
human being
Ever seeking.
Ever expanding.
Ever exploring.
Ever aging.
Ever becoming.
Finite yet gifted
with infinite possibilities.
Sending you my love and gratitude for miraculous ways you –and all of us humans– enrich this worldly human experience.
❤ becky
prayer for nows
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The hope for the future of all life upon earth lies with us humans. (Yes, us. You and I.)
Should we choose to use our human energy and attention
–now and every now to come–
in self-love, not selfish,
with love for all life,
using our nows with intention,
listening to people we would rather not,
in guardianship, conscious utilization and reactivation of earth’s resources and finite gifts:
Our collective next-nows will hold the potential to create a more beautiful future for humanity, and for all our earth.
(Let me be most mindful of the significance of the power of creativity and my “nows,” and trust the tomorrows shall take care of themselves.)
I have much work–and many nows–to do. I hope.
❤ all my love (dedication and prayers) for us all, becky
