Meditations

Posted: July 25, 2013 | Author: | Filed under: Random Workout | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments
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The clouds are marshalling across the sky,
Leaving their deepest tints upon yon range
Of soul-alluring hills. The breeze comes softly,
Laden with tribute that a hundred orchards
Now in their fullest blossom send, in thanks
For this refreshing shower. The birds pour forth
In heightened melody the notes of praise
They had suspended while God’s voice was speaking,
And his eye flashing down upon his world.
I sigh, half-charmed, half-pained. My sense is living,
And, taking in this freshened beauty, tells
Its pleasure to the mind. The mind replies,
And strives to wake the heart in turn, repeating
Poetic sentiments from many a record
Which other souls have left, when stirred and satisfied
By scenes as fair, as fragrant. But the heart
Sends back a hollow echo to the call
Of outward things, — and its once bright companion,
Who erst would have been answered by a stream
Of life-fraught treasures, thankful to be summoned, —
Can now rouse nothing better than this echo;
Unmeaning voice, which mocks their softened accents.
Content thee, beautiful world! and hush, still busy mind!
My heart hath sealed its fountains. To the things
Of Time they shall be oped no more. Too long,
Too often were they poured forth: part have sunk
Into the desert; part profaned and swollen
By bitter waters, mixed by those who feigned
They asked them for refreshment, which, turned back,
Have broken and o’erflowed their former urns.
So when ye talk of pleasure, lonely world,
And busy mind, ye ne’er again shall move me
To answer ye, though still your calls have power
To jar me through, and cause dull aching here.
No so the voice which hailed me from the depths
Of yon dark-bosomed cloud, now vanishing
Before the sun ye greet. It touched my centre,
The voice of the Eternal, calling me
To feel his other worlds; to feel that if
I could deserve a home, I still might find it
In other spheres, — and bade me not despair,
Though ‘want of harmony’ and ‘aching void’
Are terms invented by the men of this,
Which I may not forget.
                                 In former times
I loved to see the lightnings flash athwart
The stooping heavens; I loved to hear the thunder
Call to the seas and mountains; for I thought
‘Tis thus man’s flashing fancy doth enkidle
The firmament of mind; ‘tis thus his eloquence
Calls unto the soul’s depths and heights; and still
I defied the creature, nor remembered
The Creator in his works.
                                    Ah now how different!
The proud delight of that keen sympathy
Is gone; no longer riding on the wave,
But whelmed beneath it: my own plans and works,
Or, as the Scriptures phrase it, my ’inventions’
No longer interpose ‘twist me and Heaven.
Today, for the first time, I felt the Deity,
And uttered prayer on hearing thunder. This
Must be thy will, — for finer, higher spirits
Have gone through this same process, — yet I think
There was religion in that strong delight,
Those sounds, those thoughts of power imparted. True,
I did not say, ‘He is the Lord thy God,’
But I had feeling of his essence. But
‘’Twas pride by which the angels fell.’ So be it!
But O, might I but see a little onward!
Father, I cannot be a spirit of power;
May I be active as a spirit of love,
Since thou hast ta’en me from that path which Nature
Seemed to appoint, O, deign to ope another,
Where I may walk with thought and hope assured;
‘Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief!’
Had I but faith like that which fired Novalis,
I too could bear that the heart ‘fall in ashes,’
While the freed spirit rises from beneath them,
With heavenward-look, and Phoenix-plumes upsoaring!

– Margaret Fuller

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What Will Be Will Be

Posted: December 21, 2012 | Author: | Filed under: Random Workout | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

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You must know your strengths (the size of your back) and endure the weight that fate puts on it. You must leave it to providence to remove some of your burden or put more. If you falter while carrying the weight around, then treat each one as a learning for the soul. It is a fair deal-

Mankutimma

If you are anything like us (we hope you are not) you have waited until the last-minute to do your holiday shopping, well done.

What if we told you that the greatest gift you could possibly give doesn’t cost a penny, not one?!?

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Our gift to you, Presence: A open Heart and a receptive Mind.

Presents are great!  Don’t get us wrong although at times they fail to convey the thoughtfulness and generosity of simply being Present.

Relationships, sharing the Memory of your first Christmas as a new parent and creating new Stories to share next year.

Have you really listened to the stories of the lovely peeps in your life? Might we suggest giving the greatest gift of all this holiday season… Presence.

The Plan-

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The Workout-

A nice flowing Warm Up consisting of some Balance Beam work and Jumping/Climbing some rope.  Followed by:

CultFit Heads

20 Perfect KB Floor Presses

20 Perfect Push Ups

20 KB Cleans

200-300-400 … Total reps is up to you?  Or carry on for 30 minutes?!?

Notes:

Be well this weekend and ENJOY!!!

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