It’s all the same, really.


DSC_0485I lay in bed awake last night, thinking about yesterday’s post at Pop-Up-Poetry, wondering if I should have posted here instead. I considered relocating the post, deleting it from PUP, as if I were two different people writing at cross purposes, which I know isn’t the case. Processing again…

Bottom line is, it’s all the same. While BUDDY BREATHING has always been more personal and journalistic, and PUP is for the purpose of tracking a process, it’s still just me. My thoughts and actions are interconnected.

So, if you missed it yesterday, here’s THE POST over at Pop-Up-Poetry.

All in the spirit of open heart and active hands,

LA, SDG

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463*…


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463. grace enough to recognize I’ve veered from the thankful path for several months, and I can step back on, right now.

* As I explained back at the beginning, the concept of naming one thousand gifts is not mine, it is one that I learned in the pages of Ann Voskamp’s book “One Thousand Gifts”. The website of the same name can be found here. When I spoke of her book here on my blog post “Soon and very soon we are going to see”, I implored you to run out and buy a copy of Ann’s book. If you haven’t done that yet… PLEASE DO! I have since bought a couple more copies, given them away, continued to read and re-read my copy, and realized a deep call on my heart to begin to write down and name and own a thankfulness around the things that God fills my eyes and heart with each moment of every day.

So I continue to look and see that God is good in the hundreds of millions of intricate details of my life. I caught a glimpse of my face today in the rearview mirror of my car, after seeing items 50, 51 and 54 and I was smiling… that Mona Lisaesque smile that says so much… hmmm… perhaps the fullness was showing…

On the path, looking,

Lesley-Anne

464. the colour purple against that particular colour of yellow and the feast for the eyes that can be captured digitally to enjoy over and over and over…

465. a young friend gets a job after months of searching and trying and wondering and waiting…

466. not having any answers but finding some small words of love and kindness for the hurting ones, when your heart is heavy yet nothing compared to the weight they carry.

467. family… young and old, active and still active, sitting around the table as the light goes down and the stars come out and the conversation continues… being able to remember those times today when the house is empty of all of them.

468. gainful employment for the guys, youth camp for the girl, good things coming to us undeserved.

469. doors opened and closed, perspective for both.

470. another day to Carpe Diem!

471. losing track of the numbers and focusing on the listing of good gifts.

472. the words of others that fill my heart, poke me in the ribs, get me thinking.

473. a few bits of poetry paper pinned to trees and lights and benches and the potential for words to settle into the lives of others.

474. summer.

475. creative ideas and bouncing them off others and how their ideas melded with yours are so much better.

476. things to look forward to.

All is as it should be, SDG.

Lesley-Anne

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Something old, something new


Dear friends,

This is a short public service announcement to let you know about my new blog

“pop-up-poetry”.

I’m out and about and up to something and wanted you to know.

Feel free to visit me here or there… you know how much I love it when you do!

Lesley-Anne