by Steve EulbergSifting through past Advent reflections, I found this quote which I had highlighted in the newsletter for the amazing inner-city worshipping community for which I served as pastor.The quote is from Howard Thurman, whose writings support…
Poetry and Writing
Some of us bleed on the road
some of us bend under the load
of a real, day-job career
Some of us have to wait
until the children are asleep
Some of us sing only
in the privacy of the bath
But ALL of us dance with the Muse.
She appears when you have no time
coaxing you from other pursuits
waking you from stone-cold sleep
never will leave us alone
We all want to dance with her
all desire attention
longing for one more kiss
is our secret wish.
©7/1/2012 by Steve Eulberg
Sunday in the park
A hula hoop group
one square, many round
teaching a child;
Beneath the twin spires
of Sts Peter and Paul church
A large happy group
clothed in white
standing around a table
with open bottles of celebration
The Asian woman
who says only
“Thank-you” as she
reaches for your
empty (or full) pop can
The Mime troupe
packing up its stage
and sound gear
The open-ring-frisbee tossers
whose trajectory overlaps
the football throwers
The Broadway Muni,
The Duck and open-top
tourists busses all
traversing the same path
The couples scattered here and there
He–head lying on her legs
She–focused on her phone
The black bikini-clad sausage woman
The dog who quietly finds
something to roll in
This couple who lay, side-by-side
heads turner toward each other
beneath the shade of his hat
balanced on both their cheeks
The aspen shade that approaches us
As the sun saunters its path
behind the puffy marine clouds
that scurry by
The white reflections off of
certain grass blades that, trodden down,
between and beside
the deep green of those that resiliently arise
That couple, trying two different
trees as the hangers for their
Connie raises her turquoise hood
to protect her fair head from
lengthy solar exposure
I revel that we can sit so long
without worry for burning
Zach, simply glad to have the sun’s presence
and the painting
Sunday in the Park
(c)2013 Steve Eulberg
by Steve Eulberg
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I have subscribed to its weekly newsletter, which posts arrives every Sunday called Brain Pickings Weekly. It is described as a “free weekly interestingness digest.” For me, it certainly IS full of interestingness.
Recently, Maria shared 9 Learnings from 9 Years of hosting this labor of love. She notes that they are an expansion of what was originally 7 Learnings from 7 Years, published in 2013 for her seventh Anniversary of the project.
Over the past 9 days I have been sharing them in my Facebook Feed, one at a time (except I divided #4 into 4A and 4B). Many commenters have responded with how powerful and timely they find these reflections to be.
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And now, here is the list:
1. Allow yourself the uncomfortable luxury of changing your mind.
2. Do nothing for prestige or status or money or approval alone.
3. Be generous.
4A. Build pockets of stillness into your life.
4B. Most importantly, sleep.
5. When people tell you who they are, Maya Angelou famously advised, believe them. Just as importantly, however, when people try to tell you who you are, don’t believe them.
6. Presence is far more intricate and rewarding an art than productivity.
7. “Expect anything worthwhile to take a long time.”
8. Seek out what magnifies your spirit.
9. Don’t be afraid to be an idealist.
And let me know which of these 9 speak the loudest to you today!
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