Finding Your Heart Song: Charles Pettee and Folk Psalm

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https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-pnnbn-7dd0b2

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As we end Thanksgiving, a season traditionally set to celebrate harvest time, and turn toward Advent, I am excited to share a podcast interviewing  bluegrass, folk, and Americana musician Charles Pettee, about his “Folk Psalms” project.  In Folk Psalms the Biblical psalms are re-cast in the style of bluegrass music and  language of average working people.  These songs are not only delightful to listen to but also rooted in deep theological reflection on the connection between the spiritual life and  both the struggles of ordinary people and especially the land.  In addition to discussing these connection, Charles gives us a listen to some of his favorite FolkPsalms.

Catch our newest podcast and earlier podcasts  at: https://progressiveredneckpreacher.podbean.com

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Your progressive redneck preacher,

Micah

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I do not have the confidence of a bird, but I like to sing.

Hello, I am a bear

Self-expression can be difficult. It is always risky to share something with anyone for a variety of reasons. Some things offer no feedback in response (rocks, trees, dirt) while others simply seem unwilling to listen (anxious squirrels, the raccoon I accidentally sat on, essentially all ants). Then there are the creatures who make me feel embarrassed to share. Birds, for example, do so many things so well and with such ease, making it challenging to share things in front of or around them. They fly with determination. They sit atop trees with grace. They never seem to fall. They, most importantly, sing. They sing so beautifully.

I, too, like to sing. I like to sing maybe as often as birds do, but I do not feel the confidence they must feel to sing so freely and so openly. When I sing, I am usually alone, sometimes among trees and rocks…

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The flowers call to destiny

Untangled

The flowers listen to their call of destiny.
They rise each morning, smile towards the sun
Embrace the visitors who walk along the path
And wink to the stars at night.

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©Alexis Rose, image: Pixabay

Thank you for reading my memoir,Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph

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Words that can flow by writing

My Joyous Feature

There’s words that can flow. Flow by writing it down on a piece of paper. Words that comes from the mind. Taking more or less power into that next phase of life. Life takes that stream of consciousness into the power of words. Having these thoughts in a person’s mind that can simply flow. They are more than just words. Any kind of words can flow onto something. It all comes from that stream of consciousness.

Words can get hold of that powerful meaning. Encouraging someone who shall open these ideas onto a sheet of paper and just let it flow. They can truly write them entirely out. Putting that stream of consciousness into a whole new level. It’s a unique way to write something down. It doesn’t matter how well you write or errors. A person may going have to check over that or not.

A feeling beyond these…

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A garden for that positive feeling

My Joyous Feature

A positive feeling is like a garden. That garden is filled with plants. The plants shall bloom into that very moment. This is what that positive feeling should look like a garden that shall bloom it’s way through. There’s an aftermath of it. It can be seen is just that perfect theme. A garden is like that too, but it can be envisioned with that shine from the sun. The sun shall brighten up the garden in full mode.

There’s that pure love through that positive feeling. A garden has that pure love from every plant just about. It’s like being free into a world that’s is filled with curiosities. Pure love can turn that positive feeling into something. It can also form a garden changed up a little bit by planting more seed so that it will grow. Feeling like there’s some pure thoughts through that uplifting power.

A…

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Autism is my code-key

Autism is my code-key

the silent wave

Growing up, I heard the word “weird” frequently.  So frequently, in fact, that I used its finger to point at myself.  Get myself before they get me.  If I beat them to the heckling, then I would be immune, right?

“Weird” was one of the only descriptors, in my defense.  At least, it was the simplest one.  Common in everyday vernacular, learned at an early age, easy to remember, a single syllable.  It left much to the imagination.  Different people conjure up different images in response to hearing it.  And, it’s an all-encompassing umbrella term.

But there’s more to the story, of course.  (Isn’t there always?)

On the Asperger’s/autism spectrum, the divide between the Seen and the Unseen is greater than that for most.  There’s nothing inherently wrong with that, although it can cause misunderstandings.  “She can’t be autistic!”, goes the classic example.  “She’s too [X]” or “she’s…

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