Second Chance Dance: My Camino : Sanctuary of Safe Harbors

Thursday, June 30, 2022

My Camino : Sanctuary of Safe Harbors

"As if summoned by seagulls, we come back to the beach where we can cast off the shoes and our everyday cares tell time by the tides and live in the moment .

Our search for shells an echo of childhood and the surf's refrain is music remembered "

- author unknown

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Sometimes the Sanctuary of Safe Harbors

Sometimes the world's chaotic madness

Seems to be spinning out of control.

Sometimes a pilgrimage on one's Camino

Storms of all types and sizes surge within and without.

Sometimes seeking sanctuary of safe harbors

Is considered an escape , a desire for refuge,

A place for security,

A need for retreat and sanctification.

Verdant spaces, beaches, retreats, houses of prayer -

Holy safe haven places all - simple sacramental space.

Even Lake Wobegonites had their 'Storm Homes'.

The great teacher and other mystics comprehend

The cosmic nature within the universe

And the maginifence of the light

That nourishes and bathes searchers

Desiring solitude,

The consolation and the illumination

Found in the serenity and the solemnity

Of everything and everyone.

Sitting in the stillness and silence

Savoring the ascent of the promised perpetual peace.

Another miracle for the grateful,

The present , and mindful to the wonder - the beauty

Of the mystical truth.

Breathe...

- JF Sobecki (2022)

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Exit Zero

What is that voice, that essence, that power

That calls to wayward wandering sailor pilgrims?

What is the source of their uncontrolled

yearning to travel to that safe harbor ?

What is this place, this home of serenity and solitude,

Where the voice of God becomes the wind itself

That blows the sand and salt air and provides lift for coasting gulls

And puffs the sails of all that venture to the great sea?

What is this place that finds a way to nourish equally all

The spirits who are present ?

What is this place where both the sunrise and sunsets

Are majestic providing immediate consolation

to all the hearts who turn to the horizon?

What is this lighthouse that can be seen by any eyes

Of seafaring spirits who dare to see or

What is this lifeboat always ready for any swimmer who struggles with

The tides that come in and go out ?

What is this place that is free from the hurricanes

And storms regardless of their source or nature?

How is it that in this place the sound of the surf magically

Soothing souls and the sand on the beach relieves

The burden of wearied travelers?

It is said that essence of joy and hope reside in this place.

Nourishment, revitalization, re-energizing, relief, inspiration,

relaxation and redemption are just a few of the gifts

of this perpetual retreat that has always been and always will be.

This place of origin and endings, this source of peace

And love…. The alpha and omega.

Nature’s cathedral , sacred space , holy ground….

They call it Exit O….

JF Sobecki (2012 - previously posted on this blog))

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Storm Home - Lake Wobegon - G. Keilor

https://youtu.be/13S3peEqcQY

Santiago - David Whyte

https://youtu.be/eYzIayVDN5o

Finisterre - D. Whyte

https://youtu.be/u9Lu85L111Y

These Are Days - V. Morrison

https://youtu.be/_lyve_egY8o

The Beach - The Avett Brothers

https://youtu.be/pKFJ8V5CNJQ

I Have a Need For Solitude - MC Carpenter

https://youtu.be/S3ZMq24XnLk

Hard Times Come Again No More - J Taylor

https://youtu.be/uv2AcfmvIuw

How Can A Poor Man Live - R Cooder

https://youtu.be/LI0BtL_6Y50

amdg

"Simplicity, Integrity, Peace , Community , Equality , Stewardship"

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New Blog - Rain and Rivers Revisited: A Journey of a Lost Weekend

Well you may recall I have been working on a piece of fiction for a while now. It is still a work in progress. However, I decided

to release drafts of the first few episodes ( chapters.) Much of the work is completed but I am always cutting and editing.

http://rainandriversrevisited.blogspot.com/

It is difficult to release just pieces at a time as they are created as independent episodes they are also all parts of a larger piece (and picture .) I could share more but I am curious to read or hear your feedback.

I want to thank those friends and supporters who have already provided feedback ...and of course all the folks who have been following my Second Chance Dance Blog ( by the way that will continue.)

The material in the Blog is all copyrighted and cannot be reproduced in any form. Though, I welcome you to share the link and this blog with others .So please when you have a few minutes take a read and let me know what you think. I expect to be posting a series of subsequent episodes shortly.

Thanks....

News of Death

(This is for Coach)

Last night they came with news of death
not knowing what I would say.
I wanted to say,"The green wind is running through the fields making the grass lie flat."
I wanted to say,"The apple blossom flakes like ash covering the orchard wall."
I wanted to say,"the fish float belly up in the slow stream,stepping stones to the dead."

They asked if I would sleep that night,
I said I did not know.
For this loss I could not speak,the tongue lay idle in a great darkness,the heart was strangely open,the moon had gone,and it was then when I said, "He is no longer here"
that the night put its arms around me
and all the white stars turned bitter with grief.
- David Whyte

What Work is

We stand in the rain in a long line

waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work.

You know what work is--if you're

old enough to read this you know what

work is, although you may not do it.

Forget you. This is about waiting,

shifting from one foot to another.

Feeling the light rain falling like mist

into your hair, blurring your vision

until you think you see your own brother

ahead of you, maybe ten places.

You rub your glasses with your fingers,

and of course it's someone else's brother,

narrower across the shoulders than

yours but with the same sad slouch, the grin

that does not hide the stubbornness,

the sad refusal to give in to

rain, to the hours wasted waiting,

to the knowledge that somewhere ahead

a man is waiting who will say, "No,

we're not hiring today," for any

reason he wants. You love your brother,

now suddenly you can hardly stand

the love flooding you for your brother,

who's not beside you or behind or

ahead because he's home trying to

sleep off a miserable night shift

at Cadillac so he can get up

before noon to study his German.

Works eight hours a night so he can sing

Wagner, the opera you hate most,

the worst music ever invented.

How long has it been since you told him

you loved him, held his wide shoulders,

opened your eyes wide and said those words,

and maybe kissed his cheek? You've never

done something so simple, so obvious,

not because you're too young or too dumb,

not because you're jealous or even mean

or incapable of crying in

the presence of another man, no,

just because you don't know what work is.

Philip Levine

On Marriage - Kahil Gibran

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love:Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loafSing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.And stand together yet not too near together:For the pillars of the temple stand apart,And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

A favorite "Journey" poem from a favorite poet

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.
-- Mary Oliver

Send or post one of your favorites! They can be lyrics to a song!

Playing For Change

Please see the current music video from "Playing for Change" at the bottom of this page. It is a movement. Enjoy!

"Playing for Change" is a multimedia movement created to inspire, connect, and bring peace to the world through music. The idea for this project arose from a common belief that music has the power to break down boundaries and overcome distances between people. No matter whether people come from different geographic, political, economic, spiritual or ideological backgrounds, music has the universal power to transcend and unite us as one human race. And with this truth firmly fixed in our minds, we set out to share it with the world

Fall in Love

“Nothing is more practical than finding God, that is, than falling in a love in a quite absolute, final way. What you are in love with, what seizes your imagination will affect everything. It will decide what will get you out of bed in the mornings, what you will do with your evenings, how you spend your weekends, what you read, who you know, what breaks your heart, and what amazes you with joy and gratitude. Fall in love, stay in love, and it will decide everything.” --- Pedro Arrupe SJ

Thursday, June 30, 2022

My Camino : Sanctuary of Safe Harbors

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