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rudyan
I would most like to teach others to love, to honour, and to forgive themselves. I would like to teach it because that has been key to turning my own life around. How will I... More »
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Funny you should ask. Last night late a message was left on my voice mail. A male voice, husky, plaintive, sandwiched between slices of silence: I miss you Ruth. I knew who it was, of... More »
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Dance them to the end of love... Forget about how to show them you love them. When you love someone from the heart, with no holds barred, no strings attached, the love will show itself---can't... More »
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img Isn't the new old? the old new? Isn't there always a sense of recognition for what's claimed to be new? A sense of newness about what's held to be ancient? Rumi wrote centuries ago... More »
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Dear god, dear Ruth, what’s next? Mind barely gets the words out of its mouth before spirit breathes a rephrase of the question: What’s now? And swiftly on its heels: Love. The sky, just missing... More »
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For some reason, seeing this question brings to mind a comedy routine from Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In (late 60's TV show). The routine centres around a "dirty old man" in a trenchcoat and the middle-aged... More »
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To uncover the face behind my face. To listen with my inner ear. To speak my truth. To love.
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Horses. Indra Gypsy was the third of four horses I owned, and the first I raised from foal. She's still a yearling here, I think. Ah, those were the days... And here's a horse story... More »
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Myself, but not what I usually think of when I say *myself.* Not my self. Not my body, my soul, my mind, although they may be involved in the giving. Not my personal power. If... More »
rudyan
I wake up whole again, joy-full. A thousand yeses on my tongue shimmy past yesterday's doldrums. An incandescence shouts: I AM LOVE! Remembrance arrives: Before anything, love. Yes!
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