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LOVE BECOMES THE LOVER.(Re-edited and amended 10/19/2017)

LOVE BECOMES THE LOVER

To Love is to Heal.

To Accept Love is to Be Healed.

Healing begins when Fear is vanquished.

Fear returns to the shadows and birds begin to chirp.

Fear reveals itself again as first light dawns and wanes as…

The Light of Love is felt with the decision to Accept.

Acceptance lights the Path.

The Path is NOW

This is the way,.

To Heal;

To be Healed.

Love becomes the Lover.

And Fear becomes a fading memory.

Accept the LOVE and pass it on.


Lee Broom

 

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Love Becomes the Lover.

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To Love is to Heal.

To Accept Love is to Be Healed.

Healing begins when Fear is vanquished.

Perhaps it is the other way around.

(Fear returned to the shadows and birds began to chirp.

Fear revealed itself at first light and waned as………

The Light of Love was felt with the decision to Accept.

Acceptance lit the Path.)

The Path is Today.

This is the way,

To Heal;

To be Healed.

Love becomes the Lover.

And Fear becomes a fading memory.

By Lee Broom

The Importance of Frank and Nako.

 Lee in Paradise

 

      THE IMPORTANCE OF
FRANK and NAKO.

At the peak of my ten-K days I had two jogging buddies who accompanied me on evening runs. In earlier days I ran alone at dawn, usually five to ten miles, depending on my schedule. I lightened the load when I acquired these small companions.

These pals of mine were Frank and Nako.

Frank, a black toy poodle who never had to worry about getting a sissy-cut, was named after St Francis of Assisi. He was stoically silent when I rescued him from the pound and completely unaware of my presence. This curly-headed little critter seemed to be much more interested in the huge, dark, big-dog stool near the back of his cell. It had apparently been contributed by a previous tenant. I was informed by the doggie warden that when this little guy was first discovered running the streets of Phoenix, he was wearing a mute collar. He was arrested and interred and sentenced to death in a gas chamber unless someone adopted him before his ninety day appointment with the county canine killer arrived.

“If you don’t mind” I implored, “would you bring him around and introduce us, please?”

Instant friends, I took Frank home to present as a birthday present to Terri. But Frank eventually became my jog dog as Terri’s enthusiasm for the evening ritual began to wane. I kept my pal on a leash at first, until he knew the way. As his behavior became more predictable I released the tether allowing him to run leashless, gradually increasing his free time.

One evening as Frank and Terri and I started across a busy intersection we heard a strange cat sound from about a hundred feet to our rear.  Meow ow ow ow, Meow ow ow ow. It was Nako (Japanese for cat). Nako was Terri’s pet. Offensively independent, this strange animal and I were becoming very attached to each other.  The three of us turned to investigate. Each long meow which sounded more like a howl was interrupted every time one of Nako’s paws hit the pavement. Meow ow ow ow.

She was apparently stating her refusal to be left behind and demanding to be part of the team. Very assertive, this kitty; she never experienced the tethered restraint but she would soon demonstrate that she knew exactly what to do.  We waited for her to join us.

A year or so later we sold our Phoenix home and moved to Scottsdale. On our first evening in our new environment, Terri and I left Frank and Nako locked in the back yard after having jogged next to us daily for more than two years. This was our first evening in our new home and Terry had resumed our evening habit. Being in a strange neighborhood and respectful of the new pet control rules contained in the CC & R’s we decided to go it alone this first evening. Five minutes from home we heard this heart-rending doggie howl that just had to be Frank. We ran back home and opened the gate and in one and three-quarter seconds I had a wiggly armful of doggie as Frank leaped through the air like a refugee from an acrobatic dog act with a weekend Gypsy Circus. Nako greeted Terri by rubbing against her legs, purring like a buzz saw and we all enjoyed a brief reunion. Frank was no longer mute. His voiced approval and disapproval of every family event took some getting used to.

A year later Nako and Frank and I were jogging on the Scottsdale Country Club golf course, late at night; Terri who was no longer part of the team and homesick for a previous way of life had returned to familiar climes.

As we ran geysers suddenly erupted and Nako was blasted by the full force of a stream of water meant to arc over a twenty-foot span. Nako was only a foot from the sprinkler head when it struck and was knocked five feet through the air. She hit the ground running and disappeared, never to return. Or so I thought.

Some months later I was entertaining former  team-member Terri, who was asking me about our Big City Kitty. As I was telling her the story we heard a familiar sound.

Meow ow ow ow, Meow ow ow ow.

I miss them. I really do. I jog on a treadmill. I live in a condo. Maybe an iguana.

 Thank you for visiting.
Trythese:

Someone gave me a hug tonight.

Lee in Paradise

1976 was the worst year of my life. 1977 was the best. In 1977 a new friend told me the following things. In the years to pass I would discover them for myself. They are as follows:

Love is the Power that heals.

Love is the Power that overcomes fear.

Love is the Power that forgives.

Love is the Power that is offered with no expectation of anything in return. Love is Completely Unconditional.

Love is present when we cry.

Love is the energy contained in the laugh of a child or the cry of the warrior holding the lifeless body of a fallen comrade.

We humans, like everything else in nature possess a motive for everything we do, even when that motive is an unconscious event. In other words being the self-centered critters that we are, Love as a deliberate act is unnatural. We cannot “do” Love. But we recognize the feeling it leaves in us, usually after that feeling ebbs.

Where does Love come from?

Love is within arm’s reach.

What is Love?

Love is…

That’s all.

I feel loved when I say I accept.

I feel loved when I help another, especially if the person i am helping is unaware of what I am doing.

And, I was told that even though I thought I had lost everything, I still had something that someone else needed.

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BROTHER HOGAN’S HEROES

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Brother Lawrence Hogan was a  man of great influence and a man of even greater kindness. In the rooms he was just Larry. To those who knew him he was the kind of guy that Robert Ludlum modeled his lead characters after. But unlike the dashing,  Ludlumesque heroes, Larry’s stories were true.

Without Brother Lawrence’s powers of political persuasion for example, the Franciscan Renewal Center would still be a getaway for those with something to hide. It would still be a resort owned by underworld figures.

And because of Larry I learned to mingle with the Rich and Famous. And because of Larry I now have stories to tell and ideas to sell.
And because of Larry and others like him I can do what I do without a drink in my hand.

But perhaps the most important thing that my friend ever taught me was how to be a man.

When he was in his early seventies it was decided by Church Superiors that he was no longer useful and that it was time to enter a nursing home.

I helped him to dispose of what few material goods he still had; in his late forties he had already given his millions to The Church, resigned his post with the United States Diplomatic Corps and entered into service as a Franciscan Friar. His Windsor knot was replaced by a Brotherly Bolo tie, his Washington  D. C. black striped  suit by a large brown bag and a rope around his middle.

Larry planned every detail of his transition from being needed to not;  when I finally delivered him curbside to the Catholic Institution that was to become responsible for his care he was greeted with the pomp and propriety one would expect for a Bishop or better.

Life as he knew it ended for Brother Lawrence the moment he passed through the portal of his new home.

Within days Brother Lawrence Hogan lost his mind.

Within days Brother Lawrence Hogan lost his life.

As one of Brother Hogan’s Heroes  what did I learn from his last lesson?

When those around me start regarding me as a service committment perhaps it is time to re-evaluate.

Am I serving others or myself?

Am I at peace with myself?

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THE EVERNESS OF NOW

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THE EVERNESS OF NOW

 

When you were entered the world someone slapped your tiny buttocks, your lungs began to work and what began  as a gasp became your first complaint, your first impression of fear and thus began your journey in search for the safety that had just been snatched away and you hatched as  your beautiful new self.

You were handed to your mother…

You recognized her immediately; those soft cooing words that erased the presence of fear.

Shortly, you were transferred to the loving arms of your father. More Love. More safety. More of You.

And when one day your search for safety led you stumbled into an unsafe high, you placed yourself in danger.

Your search was in vain and eventually you reached out to a larger pair of arms and discovered the source of the Love that met you and protected you at birth.

Eventually, the ultimate safe place became HOME. And you and you chose THE EVERNESS OF NOW.

You accepted The Love and you passed it on.

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