Category Archives: The Next Thing

THE EVERNESS OF NOW

 

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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.

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.

You accepted God,s Love and you passed it on.

Eventually, the ultimate safe place became HOME. And you and I began to understand THE EVERNESS OF NOW.

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GOD GRANT ME THE SERENITY TO IGNORE THAT BUCKET LIST.

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Occasionally I discover a new truth and wonder if I’m the only person who failed to learn it as a child.
About that Serenity prayer: apparently no choice is necessary. Everything I do changes something.
I no longer have to ponder over an issue for an hour, a month or a year or a decade.
Nor do I need to make up for lost time.
Is it possible to spend only one single day acting on every new idea that crosses my mind with the effect of creating enough pathways to newness to last indefinitely?
Check back with me tomorrow evening.
(I don’t need no dadgummed bucket list.)

THE EVERNESS OF NOW

 

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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.

You accepted The Love and you passed it on.

Eventually, the ultimate safe place became HOME. And you and I began to understand THE EVERNESS OF NOW.

A Prayer: The Mystery of the Miracle of Doing the Next Thing.

 

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Every thought is either a Discovery or an Affirmation, every new experience a building block in a fortress of personal bias. To be accused of being judgmental or said to be guilty of personal bias requires no defence; simply reply with eyes wide open and a smile on the lips, “Thank you for noticing” and do The Next Thing.

By Lee Broom
From Leadership: A Love Story

 

It’s Not Really Dancing.

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It’s not really dancing.

It’s the joy that we share.

It is deep within us, it is always there.

Some call it Love. It is April. It is Home.

The Gift of Life; we know where it’s from.

 

We clap. We hum; will it disappear?

Perhaps we lack focus. What now do we hear?

The Sound of Silence?

Are we lonely now?

Yes, for the moment.

The Stillness of Tao.

 

Harken the rhythm. We’re not apart.

We hum. Yes, We listen to the beat of our heart.

We hum with our pulse. Really? We hum.

And then…..

We rise up and dance.

 

But it isn’t really dancing… not really… is it?

 

By Lee Broom

A Prayer: The Mystery of the Miracle of Doing the Next Thing

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Every thought is either a Discovery or an Affirmation, every new experience a building block in a fortress of personal bias. To be accused of being judgmental or said to be guilty of personal bias requires no defence; simply reply with eyes wide open and a smile on the lips, “Thank you for noticing” and do The Next Thing.

By Lee Broom
From Leadership: A Love Story