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Hi! Welcome to the Joy of Miracles.

To write is to uncover, to unhide, to bring to light, and express what is within. To share is the end of all private thoughts, all shame, all guilt, all pain and separation. Here is all Joy found at last! Writing helps us to repeat, focus, choose, and remember ideas. The purpose of this writing is healing for all of us.

This blog is inspired by "A Course in Miracles"and The Work of Byron Katie. You are invited to share your comments by clicking on the word "comment" at the end of each post. If you scroll way down there's a little info about me and also an archive of past writing you can view by clicking on the title. Thanks so much for visiting...

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Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Peek a boo

there is a game mind likes to play,

hide and go seek
IS a child's game

Father knows nothing of it.
Father sees All,
no hands covering Eyes

To lose your Self?
How could it be possible
to lose what you are?

only a game of pretend:
now I am a fish,
now I am a girl,
now I am a man,
now I am a house,
now I am strong,
now I am weak,
now I am a sloth,
now I am the tiniest, lowest
scum of the earth.

Peek a boo!
I see You.


Snail

extraordinary edifice,

magnificent
snail,
ordinary, ha!

what can be ordinary
about a "tree"?

or any of it?

exquisite
curve,
no mere mortal,

the vital-ity!

away, away, awash
it seems

yet Absence but another dream

yes, divine words:
"What is essential is invisible to the eye."

oh my darling snail!

Life is not
a race to be run,

not a race,
not a race,
not a race,

no thing,
Ordinary





Sunday, June 25, 2017

Song

rise up singing!

before the center,
Song

and the song rang out!
resonated,
woke the sleeping
and the dead

the Song!
oh yes!
(the forgotten Song)

even moved Alzheimers arms
and dementia legs

it made the soul,
the tiniest cells,
to move again,

to jingle
bells

in the night

in the dark, dark night

nothing could stop the Song,
not yelling,
not hatred,
not even bombs.

She
opened
and opened
and opened
and opened



Sunday, June 4, 2017

exuberance

exuberance

feel it

nothing can break it,
no hammer or bullet
can touch it

it can't crumble
or age

no fossil fuel needed

no factory can manufacture
or improve upon it in any way

yet it can melt
melt rough edges

warm the heart of an entire planet

oh the power,
the flood
of exuberance

no one
it does not touch

no one
it does not love

no one
it does not embrace
and appreciate


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I have been a student of A Course in Miracles since 1986. It has helped me tremendously to be a happier person by helping me change my perception of everything. I have found writing to be very helpful in the process of practicing, experiencing, and living the ideas in the Course. In 2006 I started sharing inspiration from the Course with a friend. Now it is a joy to share it with everyone. In 2009, The Work of Byron Katie found me at a woman's group. The Work is a way to identify and question your stressfuI beliefs. I dove right in and in April 2013 became a Certified Facilitator of The Work of Byron Katie. I work with people privately and offer online classes. Please visit www.joyofthework.com for more information. I also still occasionally lead the 11am Sunday Gathering at the Rocky Mountain Miracles Center in Denver. For more information http://www.miraclescenter.org/

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