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Archive for March, 2019
See Beauty in Imperfection
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Have you heard of the Japanese word:
Wabi-Sabi?
We don’t have a single English word to translate its meaning.
It takes a whole paragraph!
According to Leonard Koren, who wrote a book
titled Wabi-Sabi for Artists, Designers, Poets, and Philosophers,“Wabi-Sabi is a beauty of things imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete.
It is a beauty of things modest and humble.
It is a beauty of things unconventional.”
The impermanence of footprints in the sand is an example.
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The modest and humble man here speaks of Wabi-Sabi to me.
Look deep into his eyes. There is beauty in his face.
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I was inspired to write a Haiku X5 on this subject
as I look with fresh vision at the Wabi-Sabi examples around me.
Wabi-Sabi is
The beauty of the withered
Acknowledge decay.
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Wabi is humble
Sabi is the solitude
Put them together
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Wabi-Sabi is
Beauty in humility
Embracing decay.
Face imperfection
All things are impermanent
Each of us declines
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Know Wabi-Sabi
Appreciate “ugliness” –
See beauty in it!
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Cold, Colder, Coldest
Don’t you just love this winter blast of arctic air?
Hang in there!
It IS warming up…
Look at that…
up to -5 by 9:00 pm…
That’s worth staying up for!
Happy Sunday, my friends.
God bless you!
Stay warm!
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Bee a Giver
Bee a Giver
I’m here to bee a giver,
Sharing the nectar of love.
I’m here just to bee me,
Dancing to beats from above.
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Hear the screech of the owls
As those beauties scan the snow.
The partridge huddle together
Giving each other protection where they go.
Let me be as the creatures
Who share warm love so freely.
Bless their lives in our midst;
They’re naturally touchy-feely!
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Are you naturally a touchy-feely person?
Quiet My Soul
We’re snowed in!
The four foot drift
Behind my car is tall;
Not looking very friendly at all.
The flakes still fall.
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It’s too much to shovel
And once that’s removed
What about the three foot waves
Gathered here creating graves
In our long driveway?
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“I have composed
And quieted my soul”
Psalm 131:2 is a reminder
To take off the blinders;
Trust God, the Perfect Finder.
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He helps me find what matters most.
I trust Him to quiet my soul.
Help me not to implode in
This spot, but find the Jesus road in
Whatever place I am snowed in.
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The path isn’t blocked;
The wheelbarrow of tasks
May be inaccessible, but I can
Find His plan if I scan
The land where I am.
So, compose my soul, dear Lord.
Help me find peace
And contentment. Just tuck me
In and channel me; don’t chuck me
Right where You’ve stuck me!
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Don’t let me get caught in
This web of cold and confusion.
You’re here to hold me.
You protect and you mold me.
I will trust what You’ve told me.
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Amen?
and Amen!
