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Good morning! On today’s show, Matt Swaim and Anna Mitchell welcome Kris McGregor to share a Holy Week reflection from the Office of Readings. Other guests include Steve Ray to discuss the meaning of the word Hosanna, which we proclaimed on Palm Sunday, and Fr. Boniface Hicks with more thoughts on personal prayer. Plus news, weather, sports, and more… ***** St. Thomas More Prayer Give me thy grace, good Lord,Not to long to hear of any worldly things,But that the hearing of worldly fantasies may be to me displeasant.Gladly to be thinking of God,Piteously to call for his help.To lean unto the comfort of God,Busily to labour to love him.To know my own vility and wretchedness,To humble and meeken myself under the mighty hand of God,To bewail my sins passed.For the purging of them, patiently to suffer adversity. ***** Fr. Philip Larrey is online at philiplarrey.com. Dr. Benjamin Reinhard, author of The High Hallow: Tolkien’s Liturgical Imagination Full list of guestsSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Good morning! On today’s show, Matt Swaim and Anna Mitchell welcome Kris McGregor to reflect on the Office of Readings. Other guests include Fr. Boniface Hicks with more thoughts on personal prayer, and Marlon De La Torre to look at connections between the Screwtape Letters and the Catechism. Plus news, weather, sports, and more… ***** St. Thomas More Prayer Give me thy grace, good Lord,Not to long to hear of any worldly things,But that the hearing of worldly fantasies may be to me displeasant.Gladly to be thinking of God,Piteously to call for his help.To lean unto the comfort of God,Busily to labour to love him.To know my own vility and wretchedness,To humble and meeken myself under the mighty hand of God,To bewail my sins passed.For the purging of them, patiently to suffer adversity. ***** Clement Harrold is online at stpaulcenter.org. Full list of guestsSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Join Premium! Ready for an ad-free meditation experience? Join Premium now and get every episode from ALL of our podcasts completely ad-free now! Just a few clicks makes it easy for you to listen on your favorite podcast player.  Become a PREMIUM member today by going to --> https://WomensMeditationNetwork.com/premium Settle yourself, And breathe, While letting these words From Oscar Wilde Vibrate through you:   “Be yourself. Everyone else is taken.” PAUSE Now, keep breathing And really let the words Sink in. PAUSE The words may bring A smile, Which is wonderful. But at their heart, The words speak about Your individuality, Your uniqueness The beautiful gifts That make you YOU. PAUSE So, now imagine yourself In a crowd, Just walking down the street. There may be dozens, Or hundreds, Of other people, Busily going where they're going. But your lens is on you. PAUSE And while you're walking, Notice your gait. Is it slow or fast? Timid or fearless? In stride with others? PAUSE  Now, with your lens Still focused on you, Take a deep breath, And breathe confidence Into your step. Confidence in who you are. Take a minute and feel that confidence. PAUSE Now, keep breathing And walking assuredly. PAUSE Now, while walking, Visualize a smile on your face, A smile that says to the world, “I like who I am!” Hear those words Whispered to you In a gentle breeze: “I like who I am!” PAUSE And now,  With your lens still on you, Imagine a glow forming around you, A beautiful white light That shines brighter Than anyone else. PAUSE Breathe into the light. Feel the power of the light. Stay with that power. PAUSE And, now, with that power Still flowing through you, Acknowledge to yourself That this light is you– The bright soul that you are. Simply because  You are you. NAMASTE, BEAUTIFUL Thanks to our amazing Sponsor! Bring more ease into your life with HelloFresh! Get 50% off and free shipping at hellofresh.com/50mmwand use the code 50mmw.   

Photo: No known restrictions on publication. @Batchelorshow 1857 #Australia: Avoiding recession busily. Scott Mayman. CBS News https://www.nytimes.com/2023/01/06/world/australia/australia-recession.html#:~:text=For%20now%2C%20very%20few%20economists,percent%20chance%2C%E2%80%9D%20she%20said.

Ever feel like you're busily doing not much? Investing the time and energy but not getting the return? Spinning your metaphoric wheels in an ongoing story of frustration and stagnation? Me too, over the years. This episode is a conversation about improving ROI (return on investment) in all areas of your life. Enjoy.

A lot of people want to chase dreams and get dream jobs and live a fast life and long for it for a good period. Then when they get it they want to be stressed being busy.... Nahhhh, be blessed being busy instead watch your life change! *Don't forget to subscribe, review, rate, and share! Instagram: @PrimeTimeLiving Website: Link

Getting busily distractedWow! Today has been a crazily busy day for me. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been productive. I am the type of person, before I go to bed, I put dot points in my diary for the next day. What are the dot points? Goals for the day! Big or small, it doesn’t matter. This morning was one of those days, I had one important point in my diary I wanted and needed to do….but I got distracted by the noise around me, the requests asked of me, the emails requesting answers, the phone calls, texts, Messenger beeps…it was all stuff I was pretty happy doinhg, I was getting through the day, being active and productive…maybe forgetting about lunch, until 4pm and snacking on a crumb…ok, so it was a few crackers, not quite a crumb. Maybe it’s a crumb in an Italian household… But the point is I was busily distracted. Yes, busily distracted!I realised it was 6pm AND I hadn’t even touched the point in my diary that was the important thing to do on my to do list for the day! None of the stuff I was doing was even on my list, but life just happens, yea? Does this ever happen to you? You find yourself serving others, answering questions that are important to others, solving problems that could have been solved by them, and they could have learnt from themselves, these maybe others who are important in your life, like your family, colleagues, boss, friends, etc. But you forget what your purpose was for the day, maybe even the year! Yes, the year! This brings me back to the beginning of this year! 2020, when everyone was excited about 2020. A new year, a new decade which often means new aims, goals, ideas, excitement, unknowns and so on, that everyone gets excited about. It’s exciting stuff! But then something happens. Exciting ideas and dreams are sometimes put aside, as we may get distracted, just like my day today! It can easily happen.Or perhaps it maybe something else that stops us from moving closer to our new aims, goals, ideas, excitement, and unknowns Some the things that stop us other than distractions, are facing fears, especially of the unknown, or having doubts of the changes we need to make, to reach that place we first set our heart on.This subject has been on my mind for sometime now, I have seen it with many people, and had many discussions about it, not only when coaching people, but just in everyday conversation. For instance: “Hi, how have you been?” “Oh, don’t get me started! I’ve been so busy doing this, this and this…I’ve hardly had a moment to myself to do this, this or this!” You know the conversation I’m talking about. So how do we expect to actually get to those new year goals, aims or dreams that we were so excited about...READ MORE HEREI will keep you up to date with what’s happening with our collaborative book on change maker here, and you can also see updated at my Facebook page Donna Campisi - Speaker, Author, Adventurer & Podcaster see the link in the show notes at readysetgoalpodcast.comTo contact Donna go to https://donnacampisi.com/contact/Feel free to share this podcast with someone who needs help to reach their goal.Kindle Edition eBook of The Unlikely Marathoner by Donna Campisi can be purchased from Amazon HEREListen to more episodes of 'Ready! Set! Goal! with Donna Campisi' podcast at:

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Rev. Steven Theiss, Retired pastor in Frohna, Missouri, joins host Rev. AJ Espinosa to study Haggai 1. This “minor prophet” says so much with so little. In chapter one he gives us the date in terms of Israel’s leaders: Darius the king, Zerubbabel the governor, and Joshua the high priest. Through names and ancestry, the last two figures point ahead to Jesus the Christ. Yet through the first name, we already know that things are not what they should be! God has sent a drought over the land so that His people would take stock of their priorities. Busily focused on themselves, they have left God’s temple a pile of ruins for fifteen years! Life is desolate when we leave the things of God a desolation. Yet God’s Word changes everything: when we “listen” by the power of the Word, God stirs up our spirits to action as the body Christ.

Is it possible that all you need to achieve your dreams and your goals, is to find a better way to wait?

Producers/Hosts: Hazel Stark and Joe Horn Peak of Beaver Activity Photos, a full transcript, references, contact information, and more available at thenatureofphenology.wordpress.com. Late October is the peak of beaver activity. Busily they work to put on the final layers of mud and sticks to their lodges and to fill their larders full of fresh branches and twigs to ensure they are warm, secure, and well fed for the long winter ahead of them. All this work must be done before the rivers, ponds, and streams freeze over and lock the beavers into a winter of either swimming in the water beneath the ice or snoozing in their lodges. The post The Nature of Phenology 10/27/18 first appeared on WERU 89.9 FM Blue Hill, Maine Local News and Public Affairs Archives.

Producers/Hosts: Hazel Stark and Joe Horn Peak of Beaver Activity Photos, a full transcript, references, contact information, and more available at thenatureofphenology.wordpress.com. Late October is the peak of beaver activity. Busily they work to put on the final layers of mud and sticks to their lodges and to fill their larders full of fresh branches and twigs to ensure they are warm, secure, and well fed for the long winter ahead of them. All this work must be done before the rivers, ponds, and streams freeze over and lock the beavers into a winter of either swimming in the water beneath the ice or snoozing in their lodges. The post The Nature of Phenology 10/27/18 first appeared on WERU 89.9 FM Blue Hill, Maine Local News and Public Affairs Archives.

It’s my Birthday week! Celebrating the start of my 46th year around the sun, I have never felt more vibrant, alive, or whole. There is so much moving through me, wanting to be Expressed. It feels really juicy to be me right now. As fate would have it, my birthday fell on Wild Soul Medicine Radio day this week, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. I filled my day with things that bring me joy and pleasure, and delivering an edgy, loving, Soul transmission from my heart to yours is at the top of that list. On tap for this week is a continuation of the discussion surrounding our big announcement last week: We are including Men in the Temple. If you missed the episode last week, you can catch the full explanation here. I am following my Guidance on this one. I don’t know that I am ready or that I know how to do this. (I certainly DON’T know how to do it perfectly.) And saying Yes to it is bringing forward new places in me that require tending and awareness. It is interrupting my old flows and habits and scratching the record on pretty much all the ways we have been business as usual around here for the last 15 years. That is the beautiful Gift of evolution. It continues to pull you forward toward the places you haven’t yet gone. Stretching you into the Inclusion of new parts (of yourself and others) that you haven’t yet Known. The ego throws a tantrum every time… It waves warning flags of separation, loss, fear, and resistance. Busily crafting the illusion that if we let go of Who We Have Been we will somehow be less than, diminished, unsafe. When in Truth, we are really moving closer to Who We Actually ARE. On Wild Soul Medicine Radio this week, we are talking about men and women. Here are some highlights to listen for: (11:15) Transitioning the Temple (17:20) “Such is the way when Kali is the patron saint of your temple: you can count on it being burned down.” (22:00) Lost in our Damages (27:50) The Healing Required to Rise (39:50) Men & Women’s Definitions of Pleasure (49:10) Here’s what scares me about you POTENT DOSE: Sacrifices are not required for the New Earth to be realized. Quite the opposite, in fact. As we remodel to make room for More Life, we open ourselves to bite after sumptuous bite of… Yes. More, Please. I look forward to exploring the Decadence with you. Join me this week for a Birth Day celebration. Yours And Mine.

It’s my Birthday week!Celebrating the start of my 46th year around the sun, I have never felt more vibrant, alive, or whole.There is so much moving through me, wanting to be Expressed. It feels really juicy to be me right now.As fate would have it, my birthday fell on Wild Soul Medicine Radio day this week, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.I filled my day with things that bring me joy and pleasure, and delivering an edgy, loving, Soul transmission from my heart to yours is at the top of that list. On tap for this week is a continuation of the discussion surrounding our big announcement last week: We are including Men in the Temple.If you missed the episode last week, you can catch the full explanation here.I am following my Guidance on this one.I don’t know that I am ready or that I know how to do this.(I certainly DON’T know how to do it perfectly.)And saying Yes to it is bringing forward new places in me that require tending and awareness.It is interrupting my old flows and habits and scratching the record on pretty much all the ways we have been business as usual around here for the last 15 years.That is the beautiful Gift of evolution.It continues to pull you forward toward the places you haven’t yet gone.Stretching you into the Inclusion of new parts (of yourself and others) that you haven’t yet Known.The ego throws a tantrum every time…It waves warning flags of separation, loss, fear, and resistance.Busily crafting the illusion that if we let go of Who We Have Been we will somehow be less than, diminished, unsafe.When in Truth, we are really moving closer to Who We Actually ARE.On Wild Soul Medicine Radio this week, we are talking about men and women.Here are some highlights to listen for: (11:15) Transitioning the Temple(17:20) “Such is the way when Kali is the patron saint of your temple: you can count on it being burned down.”(22:00) Lost in our Damages (27:50) The Healing Required to Rise(39:50) Men & Women’s Definitions of Pleasure(49:10) Here’s what scares me about you POTENT DOSE:Sacrifices are not required for the New Earth to be realized.Quite the opposite, in fact.As we remodel to make room for More Life, we open ourselves to bite after sumptuous bite of… Yes.More, Please.I look forward to exploring the Decadence with you.Join me this week for a Birth Day celebration.Yours And Mine.

It’s my Birthday week!Celebrating the start of my 46th year around the sun, I have never felt more vibrant, alive, or whole.There is so much moving through me, wanting to be Expressed. It feels really juicy to be me right now.As fate would have it, my birthday fell on Wild Soul Medicine Radio day this week, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.I filled my day with things that bring me joy and pleasure, and delivering an edgy, loving, Soul transmission from my heart to yours is at the top of that list. On tap for this week is a continuation of the discussion surrounding our big announcement last week: We are including Men in the Temple.If you missed the episode last week, you can catch the full explanation here.I am following my Guidance on this one.I don’t know that I am ready or that I know how to do this.(I certainly DON’T know how to do it perfectly.)And saying Yes to it is bringing forward new places in me that require tending and awareness.It is interrupting my old flows and habits and scratching the record on pretty much all the ways we have been business as usual around here for the last 15 years.That is the beautiful Gift of evolution.It continues to pull you forward toward the places you haven’t yet gone.Stretching you into the Inclusion of new parts (of yourself and others) that you haven’t yet Known.The ego throws a tantrum every time…It waves warning flags of separation, loss, fear, and resistance.Busily crafting the illusion that if we let go of Who We Have Been we will somehow be less than, diminished, unsafe.When in Truth, we are really moving closer to Who We Actually ARE.On Wild Soul Medicine Radio this week, we are talking about men and women.Here are some highlights to listen for: (11:15) Transitioning the Temple(17:20) “Such is the way when Kali is the patron saint of your temple: you can count on it being burned down.”(22:00) Lost in our Damages (27:50) The Healing Required to Rise(39:50) Men & Women’s Definitions of Pleasure(49:10) Here’s what scares me about you POTENT DOSE:Sacrifices are not required for the New Earth to be realized.Quite the opposite, in fact.As we remodel to make room for More Life, we open ourselves to bite after sumptuous bite of… Yes.More, Please.I look forward to exploring the Decadence with you.Join me this week for a Birth Day celebration.Yours And Mine.

It’s my Birthday week!Celebrating the start of my 46th year around the sun, I have never felt more vibrant, alive, or whole.There is so much moving through me, wanting to be Expressed. It feels really juicy to be me right now.As fate would have it, my birthday fell on Wild Soul Medicine Radio day this week, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.I filled my day with things that bring me joy and pleasure, and delivering an edgy, loving, Soul transmission from my heart to yours is at the top of that list. On tap for this week is a continuation of the discussion surrounding our big announcement last week: We are including Men in the Temple.If you missed the episode last week, you can catch the full explanation here.I am following my Guidance on this one.I don’t know that I am ready or that I know how to do this.(I certainly DON’T know how to do it perfectly.)And saying Yes to it is bringing forward new places in me that require tending and awareness.It is interrupting my old flows and habits and scratching the record on pretty much all the ways we have been business as usual around here for the last 15 years.That is the beautiful Gift of evolution.It continues to pull you forward toward the places you haven’t yet gone.Stretching you into the Inclusion of new parts (of yourself and others) that you haven’t yet Known.The ego throws a tantrum every time…It waves warning flags of separation, loss, fear, and resistance.Busily crafting the illusion that if we let go of Who We Have Been we will somehow be less than, diminished, unsafe.When in Truth, we are really moving closer to Who We Actually ARE.On Wild Soul Medicine Radio this week, we are talking about men and women.Here are some highlights to listen for: (11:15) Transitioning the Temple(17:20) “Such is the way when Kali is the patron saint of your temple: you can count on it being burned down.”(22:00) Lost in our Damages (27:50) The Healing Required to Rise(39:50) Men & Women’s Definitions of Pleasure(49:10) Here’s what scares me about you POTENT DOSE:Sacrifices are not required for the New Earth to be realized.Quite the opposite, in fact.As we remodel to make room for More Life, we open ourselves to bite after sumptuous bite of… Yes.More, Please.I look forward to exploring the Decadence with you.Join me this week for a Birth Day celebration.Yours And Mine.

Round and round and round it goes, where it stops, nobody knows! For many of us, this is an apt description of our lives. Busily racing from this appointment to that customer to another meeting before rushing home to be late for dinner (again) and then hastily kissing the kids (and maybe the better half) goodnight, only to repeat the whole process the next day. And the next. And the next. With all the talk of productivity, effectiveness and getting sh*t done you'd be forgiven for thinking the answer to your problems was more of the same. Learning how to fit more in. Well, it seems our guest on today's episode has come up with a better way. Kelly Exeter has 'been there done that' when it comes to being busy. So much so that she actually had a pretty serious breakdown a few years back when it all became too much. We chat to Kelly about her second book, Practical Perfection, which launched today and how Kelly's model could just be the secret to you leading a happier, more balanced and enjoyable life. The post TBS127 How to get out of overwhelm and off the hamster wheel appeared first on Tradies Business Show.

This is a course on a lot of different topics, genres, periods, and authors in English Language Literature, and on a few theoretical or critical texts that are relevant.  Like all introductory courses, we attempt to dive deep very, very quickly.  This is the first time I'm teaching it, which I hope will be a plus as well.  Some of the works we'll cover I've done in other podcasts (King Lear, Paradise Lost, but those are always different in different contexts and classes.  And context, or the suppression of context, turns out from the first class to be partly what the course is about.  In this first class you get to hear me recite "Jabberwocky" from memory, which I wasn't expecting to do, and then we discuss a wonderful song of Ben Jonson's and Yeats's "Circus Animal's Desertion." Here is the syllabus, plus the "bunch of poems" that we are starting out with:                                                                                                           English 1a: Introduction to Literary Studies            W        Jan 13              Introduction via a bunch of poems Th       Jan 15              Introduction con't; opening of Shakespeare's King Lear   M        Jan 18:             NO CLASS W        Jan 20              King Lear Th       Jan 21              King Lear   M        Jan 25              King Lear, Aristotle: Poetics,    Dr. Johnson, Freud: “The theme    of the three caskets” W        Jan 27              Milton: Paradise Lost            Th       Jan 28              Milton: Paradise Lost   M        Feb 1               Milton: Paradise Lost W        Feb 3               Milton: Paradise Lost Th       Feb 4               Milton: Paradise Lost   M        Feb 8               Milton: Paradise Lost W        Feb 10             Milton: Paradise Lost Th       Feb 11             Milton: Paradise Lost                          Feb 15-19:                   NO CLASS   M        Feb 22             Milton: Paradise Lost                                    First paper due W        Feb 24             Pope: “Rape of the Lock” Th       Feb 25             English Romanticism (Blake, Wordsworth,                                       Coleridge, Byron, Shelley, Keats);                                       Wordsworth: Preface to Lyrical Ballads   M        Feb 29             English Romanticism W        Mar 2              English Romanticism  Th       Mar 3              English Romanticism   M        Mar 7              English Romanticism  W        Mar 9              Brontë: Jane Eyre Th       Mar 10                        Brontë: Jane Eyre   M        Mar 14                        Brontë: Jane Eyre W        Mar 16                        James: The Aspern Papers Th       Mar 17                        James: The Aspern Papers   M        Mar 21                        Joyce: “The Dead” L W        Mar 23                        Woolf: Mrs. Dalloway L Th       Mar 24                        Woolf: Mrs. Dalloway   M        Mar 28                        NO CLASS W        Mar 30                        American romanticism (Emerson, Whitman, Dickinson)                                                                                                                   Second paper due Th       Mar 31                        American romanticism   M        Apr 4              Ellison: Invisible Man , DuBois: “On the Training of Black Men” L W        Apr 6              Ellison: Invisible Man Th       Apr 7              Ellison: Invisible Man   M        Apr 11                        Beckett: Waiting for Godot W        Apr 13                        Beckett: Waiting for Godot Th       Apr 14                        O'Connor: The Violent Bear it Away   M        Apr 18                        OConnor: The Violent Bear it Away W        Apr 20                        Ford: The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance L Th       Apr 21                        NO CLASS   Apr. 25-29                  NO CLASS   M        May 2             Soyinka: Death and The King's Horseman    Final paper due   -------   [So beauty on the waters stood]   Ben Jonson (1572–1637)   So beauty on the waters stood, When love had sever'd earth from flood! So when he parted air from fire, He did with concord all inspire! And them a motion he them taught, That elder than himself was thought. Which thought was, yet, the child of earth, For Love is elder than his birth.   The Circus Animals' Desertion   By William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)   I   I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so. Maybe at last being but a broken man I must be satisfied with my heart, although Winter and summer till old age began My circus animals were all on show, Those stilted boys, that burnished chariot, Lion and woman and the Lord knows what.   II   What can I but enumerate old themes, First that sea-rider Oisin led by the nose Through three enchanted islands, allegorical dreams, Vain gaiety, vain battle, vain repose, Themes of the embittered heart, or so it seems, That might adorn old songs or courtly shows; But what cared I that set him on to ride, I, starved for the bosom of his fairy bride.   And then a counter-truth filled out its play, `The Countess Cathleen' was the name I gave it, She, pity-crazed, had given her soul away But masterful Heaven had intervened to save it. I thought my dear must her own soul destroy So did fanaticism and hate enslave it, And this brought forth a dream and soon enough This dream itself had all my thought and love.   And when the Fool and Blind Man stole the bread Cuchulain fought the ungovernable sea; Heart mysteries there, and yet when all is said It was the dream itself enchanted me: Character isolated by a deed To engross the present and dominate memory. Players and painted stage took all my love And not those things that they were emblems of.   III   Those masterful images because complete Grew in pure mind but out of what began? A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street, Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can, Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone I must lie down where all the ladders start In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.   [They flee from me]   By Sir Thomas Wyatt  (1503-1542)   They flee from me that sometime did me seek With naked foot, stalking in my chamber. I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek, That now are wild and do not remember That sometime they put themself in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range, Busily seeking with a continual change.   Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise Twenty times better; but once in special, In thin array after a pleasant guise, When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall, And she me caught in her arms long and small; Therewithall sweetly did me kiss And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?”   It was no dream: I lay broad waking. But all is turned thorough my gentleness Into a strange fashion of forsaking; And I have leave to go of her goodness, And she also, to use newfangleness. But since that I so kindly am served I would fain know what she hath deserved.   Complaint Of The Absence Of Her Lover Being Upon The Sea By Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1516/17-1547) O HAPPY dames that may embrace The fruit of your delight ; Help to bewail the woful case, And eke the heavy plight, Of me, that wonted to rejoice The fortune of my pleasant choice : Good ladies ! help to fill my mourning voice. In ship freight with rememberance Of thoughts and pleasures past, He sails that hath in governance My life while it will last ; With scalding sighs, for lack of gale, Furthering his hope, that is his sail, Toward me, the sweet port of his avail. Alas !  how oft in dreams I see Those eyes that were my food ; Which sometime so delighted me, That yet they do me good : Wherewith I wake with his return, Whose absent flame did make me burn : But when I find the lack, Lord !  how I mourn. When other lovers in arms across, Rejoice their chief delight ; Drowned in tears, to mourn my loss, I stand the bitter night In my window, where I may see Before the winds how the clouds flee : Lo !  what a mariner love hath made me. And in green waves when the salt flood Doth rise by rage of wind ; A thousand fancies in that mood Assail my restless mind. Alas ! now drencheth1 my sweet foe, That with the spoil of my heart did go, And left me ; but, alas !  why did he so ? And when the seas wax calm again, To chase from me annoy, My doubtful hope doth cause me plain ; So dread cuts off my joy. Thus is my wealth mingled with woe : And of each thought a doubt doth grow ; Now he comes !  will he come ?  alas !  no, no! The Burning Babe   By Robert Southwell, SJ  (c. 1561-1595)   As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow, Surpris'd I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, A pretty Babe all burning bright did in the air appear; Who, scorched with excessive heat, such floods of tears did shed As though his floods should quench his flames which with his tears were fed. “Alas!” quoth he, “but newly born, in fiery heats I fry, Yet none approach to warm their hearts or feel my fire but I! My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns, Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns; The fuel Justice layeth on, and Mercy blows the coals, The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defiled souls, For which, as now on fire I am to work them to their good,       So will I melt into a bath to wash them in my blood.”       With this he vanish'd out of sight and swiftly shrunk away,       And straight I called unto mind that it was Christmas day.   Love (III)   By George Herbert (1593–1633)   Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back                               Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack                              From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,                              If I lacked any thing.   A guest, I answered, worthy to be here:                              Love said, You shall be he. I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,                              I cannot look on thee. Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,                              Who made the eyes but I?   Truth Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame                              Go where it doth deserve. And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?                              My dear, then I will serve. You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:                              So I did sit and eat.   Casabianca   By Felicia Dorothea Hemans (1793-1835)   THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.   Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.   The flames rolled on -- he would not go Without his father's word; That father, faint in death below, His voice no longer heard.   He called aloud -- "Say, father, say, If yet my task is done?" He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son.   "Speak, father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.   Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death In still, yet brave despair.   And shouted but once more aloud, "My father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way.   They wrapt the ship in splendor wild, They caught the flag on high, And streamed above the gallant child, Like banners in the sky.   There came a burst of thunder sound-- The boy -- oh! where was he? Ask of the winds that far around With fragments strewed the sea!--   With mast, and helm, and pennon fair That well had borne their part-- But the noblest thing that perished there Was that young, faithful heart.     Casabianca   By Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979)   Love's the boy stood on the burning deck trying to recite "The boy stood on the burning deck." Love's the son stood stammering elocution while the poor ship in flames went down.   Love's the obstinate boy, the ship, even the swimming sailors, who would like a schoolroom platform, too, or an excuse to stay on deck. And love's the burning boy.            

South Carolina native Paula Cooper Trajkovski decided to step out past her front door (the United States) to broaden her horizons. Busily employed and working on a Master's Degree, Paula wasn't expecting to find love - especially not INTERRACIAL love. Instead, she found it all: work, love and fulfillment - in Macedonia!   Paula and her husband Bojan Trajkovski  (BOY-YUN TRY-KOV-SKI)  chat with The Swirl World Podcast Co-Host Adrienne London Leach and discuss how they met and married.  

Mainly on Wyatt's "The Flee from Me," as a poem of disillusion, wonder, and astonishing subtlety and depicting the psychology of love and disappointment.  Here's the poem: They flee from me that sometime did me seek With naked foot, stalking in my chamber. I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek, That now are wild and do not remember That sometime they put themself in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range, Busily seeking with a continual change. Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise Twenty times better; but once in special, In thin array after a pleasant guise, When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall, And she me caught in her arms long and small; Therewithall sweetly did me kiss And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?” It was no dream: I lay broad waking. But all is turned thorough my gentleness Into a strange fashion of forsaking; And I have leave to go of her goodness, And she also, to use newfangleness. But since that I so kindly am served I would fain know what she hath deserved.

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