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

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Seattle Mindpebble #4

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❤ dear ones,

Seattle (above). Walking out of Pike Place, just down the street … then this beauty happened!

❤ glory be!
all my love,
Becky

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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

one voice

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hello dear ones,

i’ve wanted to share this for a long time. it’s the recording of the first time my daughters and I sang together for ears and joy, other than our own.

recorded a few months ago, a sweet dream came true.

music and my daughters: two of my great and greatest loves. together we shared time and space to sing something beautiful into existence. I first heard this song when my girls were wee. when i heard it i dreamed of this possibility, and I am so grateful this happened. (i wonder if my daughters will never know how much this meant and means to me?!)

song: one voice. written by Ruth Moody of The Wailin’ Jennys. accompanied by friend/pianist Cindy Bizzell.

i’m deeply grateful for this moment: the chance to sing with my incredible daughters–my teachers–who raise me perhaps more than I am raising them. (i love you dear girls, with all of me.)

shared with our love–and our love of music.
❤ the Joybirds xoxoxo

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