Im Nin'alu

If The Doors Are Locked

If there be no mercy left in the world,
The doors of heaven will never be barred.
The Creator reigns supreme,
and is higher than the angels
All, in His spirit, will rise

By His nearness, His life-giving breath
flows through them.
And they glory in His name
From the moment of genesis,
His creations grow,
Captivating and more beautiful

The wheel in his circle thunders
Acclaiming His Holy name
Clothed in the glory of His radiance,
The six-winged cherubs surround Him,
Whirling in His honor
And with their free wings sweetly sing,
Together, in unison

Merry Christmas!

The Dance

I have sent you my invitation,
the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living.
Don’t jump up and shout, “Yes, this is what I want! Let’s do it!”
Just stand up quietly and dance with me.

Show me how you follow your deepest desires,
spiraling down into the ache within the ache,
and I will show you how I reach inward and open outward
to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, every day.

Don’t tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart.
Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.

Tell me a story of who you are,
and see who I am in the stories I live.
And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.

Don’t tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day.
Show me you can risk being completely at peace,
truly okay with the way things are right now in this moment,
and again in the next and the next and the next. . .

I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring.
Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall,
the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will.
What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?

And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.

Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance,
the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart.
And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.

Show me how you take care of business
without letting business determine who you are.
When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul’s desires have too high a price,
let us remind each other that it is never about the money.

Show me how you offer to your people and the world
the stories and the songs
you want our children’s children to remember.
And I will show you how I struggle not to change the world,
but to love it.

Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude,
knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging.
Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words,
holding neither against me at the end of the day.

And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest
intentions has died away on the wind,
dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale
of the breath that is breathing us all into being,
not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

Don’t say, “Yes!”
Just take my hand and dance with me.

© Oriah Mountain Dreamer, from the book The Dance, HarperSanFrancisco, 2001

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Christmas Joke

Three dudes die and go to heaven. At St. Peter's gate they are asked what they did to celebrate the birth of Our Savior, Jesus Christ.

The first, a Bath Iron Works employee pulls out some fruitcake and hands it to St. Peter. "See! I celebrated Christmas with fruitcake."

The second man, a plow operator, pulls out a candle and hands it over. "I used this candle to symbolize that light that Christ brought to the world."

The third man, a bartender, pulls out a pair of panties and says, "Here, these are Carol's."

Dolphin Song

This song goes with my hope for the future. Love this one.

Dolphin Song
Tori Amos

Matthew bring in your fishing nets
have you caught yourself a woman
caught yourself a woman
yet sometimes you call me Melusine
after the Lady of the Fountain in whose lake you took a drink
and boy I know I know that you burn
for your water spirit

Now that I know
I know the lengths that you’d go
to chase the roughest tide that’s right behind me
yes I know
I know the lengths that you’d go
to bring the roughest tide in

Smooth like Dolphin
Smooth like Dolphin

I sought shelter in our child’s room
she and me against the world
safe in our cocoon
you raced a giant roller-skate
and said ‘ the three of us must leave this place
song lines will guide our way’

and boy I know
I know that you burn
for your water spirit

Now that I know
I know the lengths that you’d go
to bring the roughest tide that’s right behind me
yes I know I know the lengths that you’d go
to bring the roughest tide in

Smooth like dolphin
Smooth like dolphin

Matthew bring in your fishing nets
I have been marked by your gospel
this daughter of a preacher man
cause boy I feel
I feel that you burn for your water spirit
cause boy I feel
I feel that you burn for your watergirl

Now that I know
I know the lengths that you’d go
to bring the tide that’s racing right behind me
yes I know
I know the lengths that you’d go
to bring the roughest tide in

Smooth like dolphin
Smooth like dolphin

© Sword & Stone

Cloudbusting

One of my top five favorite Kate tunes. This might be her best one ever. That or Jig of Life. That's a toughy.

Cloudbusting
by Kate Bush

I still dream of Organon
I wake up crying
You're making rain
And you're just in reach
When you and sleep escape me

You're like my yo-yo
That glowed in the dark
What made it special
Made it dangerous
So I bury it and forget

Everytime it rains,
you're here in my head
Like the sun coming out -
Ooh I just know that something good is going to happen
And I don't know when
But just saying it could even make it happen

On top of the world
Looking over the edge
You could see them coming
You looked too small
In their big black car
To be a threat to the men in power
I hid my yo-yo in the garden
I can't hide you from the government
Oh God, daddy - I won't forget

Your son's coming out
I just know that something good is going to happen
I don't know when
but just saying it could even make it happen

Season Finale of Avatar tonight!

8 ' o clock! I'm going to have to tape it. The kids and I are so excited.