Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken,
 like the first morning 
Blackbird has spoken,
 like the first bird 
Praise for the singing,
 praise for the morning 
Praise for the springing fresh from the word  

Sweet the rain's new fall, 
sunlit from heaven 
Like the first dewfall,
 on the first grass 
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden 
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass 
 Mine is the sunlight, 
mine is the morning 
Born of the one light, 
Eden saw play
 Praise with elation, 
praise every morning 
God's recreation of the new day

I have always loved this song, but now it is my morning prayer of gratitude as I look out my window and see just how blessed I am to be alive!

Something To Remember

This post was not written by me, it came to me via email, but I loved the story so here goes!

A mouse looked through the crack in the wall
To see the farmer and his wife open a package.
"What food might this contain?" The mouse wondered.
He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.

Retreating to the farmyard,
The mouse proclaimed this warning :
"There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse,
I can tell this is a grave concern to you,
But it is of no consequence to me.
I cannot be bothered by it."
The mouse turned to the pig and told him,
"There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The pig sympathized, but said,
"I am so very sorry, Mr.. Mouse,
But there is nothing I can do about it
But pray.
Be assured you are in my prayers."

The mouse turned to the cow and said,
"There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!"

The cow said, "Wow, Mr.. Mouse. I'm sorry for you,
but it's no skin off my nose."

So, the mouse returned to the house,
Head down and dejected,
To face the farmer's mousetrap
. . .. Alone. . ..

That very night
A sound was heard throughout the house
-- the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.

The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught.

In the darkness, she did not see it.
It was a venomous snake
Whose tail was caught in the trap.

The snake bit the farmer's wife.
The farmer rushed her to the hospital.

When she returned home she still had a fever.
Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup.
So the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard
For the soup's main ingredient:

But his wife's sickness continued.
Friends and neighbors came to sit with her
Around the clock.
To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.

But, alas,
The farmer's wife did not get well... She

So many people came for her funeral
That the farmer had the cow slaughtered
To provide enough meat for all of them
For the funeral luncheon.

And the mouse looked upon it all
From his crack in the wall with great sadness.

The next time you hear someone is facing a problem
and you think it doesn't concern you,

When one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.
We are all involved in this journey called life.
We must keep an eye out for one another
And make an extra effort
To encourage one




‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.’ "


Welcome All to Living Green!

Wow! I was just thinking to myself today "why are you starting all of these different blogs...and what will each blog be for?" Well my dear readers- Tobi Britton's Living Green has decided it's own fate. For me, Living Green feels like just getting down to earth... Appreciating the beautiful blessings we have, dealing with both the pretty stuff and the not so pretty stuff that comes up in our lives and trying to handle it all with grace, with as much love and understanding as each of us can muster while battling with the real demons which essentially are of course our egos. Living Green means Living raw- feeling our feelings... the pretty AND the not so pretty. Living Green means to find the natural beauty and grace we all have in consciously deciding at each challenging moment what part of us we choose to have show up. Do we choose to overwhelm and shut people down with our "Know It All" selves, or do we choose to extinguish the possibility of love and reconciliation with our "You are wrong-I am Right" judgmental selves. And when all is said and done...what REALLY MATTERS? I can tell you the answer- what always matters is love. What always matters is the relationship.
My goal is to find my own truth, and in making public my process, hopefully inspire others to move thru life's challenges in complete grace, love and understanding of each other.
Peace, Love and Cheerios