do bee di

dobee
Do bee just wanted to do the right thing...and wanted to know, how would I know? Who would tell me the answers to all my little questions much less the bigger ones? They started teasing little do bee da. "I am not do bee da! I am a good do bee!!"

I am not a don't bee *pout* I am a sensitive little swc do bee!

"Never injure a child even in jest."



charlie
I had what everyone thought was an allergy to fish and broke out with hives and itchy eyes and painful blisters at the least opportune times. And not on my forearm or behind a knee. My childish mind would retreat inside and ask "Why God, why me? Why my face?" Now there was an even more provoking name to call do bee. Charlie wanna minnow? I got really mad. And ugly. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. But why me? When I was a child I thought like a child and reasoned like a child but now I know...Thanks Charlie for protecting our feelings; now the H can go and Carlie can stay!!

wash
By the time Jr. High rolled around, my tender adolescent soul hardened like a coat of Sally Hansen's finest on brittle nails. Enter rebel pot smoking partying mixed with sports, good grades and cheerleading. Ms. K poked me with a not so subtle jab and wrote in my 7th grade yearbook "you are a study in contradictions." Terri tells me now that teacher is not who I thought she was. Thirty years and an ex-husband and lover later, I learned "the truth hurts but not as much as the eventual anguish the soul feels when deception is revealed. The desperate attempts to piece together, the disorientation of figuring out what is really real magnified by the inability to grasp another's intentionality to shroud. Tell me the truth so that I can exist and act upon what I know versus what has been hidden." I am never afraid of what I know. Anna Sewell

amazing love how can it be
then one glorious winter morning...the same sun that melts wax hardens clay. Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation? And there is rejoicing in heaven when once lost is found once blind now sees. I found it! He found me.






sweet sorrow
A buried desire~another chance. Month after month hope after hope~dashed. Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers. Enter trusting Him no matter what.







escaping the matrix
tnt renovation time!
tearing down~building up~living abundantly in love!
first...unlearn "doing numb" then rethink-refeel-redo everything.



concrete advice

I am still learning to be.










princess pea
"I'm not kinesthetic!"
And then I woke up.
I'm sensitive and I'd like to stay that way.





it is written in the sand...
Mine beloved.











you are...
"And I will give to each one a white stone, and on the stone will be engraved a new name that no one understands except the one who receives it." Rev. 2:17







testing the water
Let me be a shining light for you
~Let me be a joy to you always~








...for it is the wellspring of life!

silent things

As feelings inside are stirring to find a way out through my fingertips and while searching for those words hidden away like lost treasures in boxes and books, I came across this poem found in Spotlight magazine during a recent trip to LA. And as I listen to the silence around here today, I share this poem that just seems apt for this moment.

Silence is Golden
God made so many silent things
For he loved the joy that silence brings
Like the snow that covers the winter terrain
Like the silent sound of a light spring rain
Like blossoms slipping to the ground
Like a falling star that knows no bounds
Like the dew that falls at dawning
Like the seeds that push the earth
All silent things that God has made
Like a rose bud giving birth

Like a beautiful rainbow with colors so bright
Like the jasmine so sweet blooming only at night
Like the silent seeds that blow away
Like a dandelion that's had its day
Like a silent river that flows along
Singing a very silent song
Like a brook that bubbles to and fro
Like a bunny's hop across the snow
God loved the joy that silence brings
For he made so many silent things
Helen Stockdale

being unstuck

Considering what is known about core desires and positive intention, it has been really damaging to see, hear, feel when community gets stuck on the level of wound....why not drop down through to understand what drives that...why not embrace what the soul of that person has done to meet that need and grasp the ways the enemy has assaulted them in that area....why not go that compassionate, understanding, healing route of radical acceptance? Why not just bleed there together for awhile and stop poking where it hurts? I'm afraid even my most carefully chosen words to describe and illuminate this will be misconstrued by some. But the thing is, at the most core part of my being there is a strong frame for truth and being understood. So I will try to honor that part of me and hope that to the extent God is in it, something good can come of it. And then I will be able to move on knowing I've done all that I can to express things inside out, and the rest of it is up to other's perceptions to sift through their own biases. It's not about being right....I know there are ways I'm not right, it's not about right or wrong at all, but it is about knowing. For me, it's about that. I just want to know and be known based on truth with a little t....my utterly fallible t...and given an opportunity to be heard based on my words rather than another's.

You may recognize yourself in your words and mine above because it has been through your words that I've discovered more deeply this truth inside my interior chamber.

Thank you for coming along for this time of gathering precious stones together.

the learning curve...

from unconscious incompetence
to conscious competence...
thanks Christianne!

Amazing Grace how sweet.

Discovered by Christianne~All About My Dog, Marimo

sumpin

~a space to receive a mess from nathan~

I'm such a giver. *blush*

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