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May your days be beautiful!
"I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.”
Agatha Christie
Christie at her home in Devon, in 1974 by Lord Snowdon.
Have a lovely spring!
In the midst of winter I found there was within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger, something better pushing right back.
~ Albert Camus 💚
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Our friends, our partners, our family, our sweet pets - to love is to be deeply vulnerable. And that’s as brave as it gets.
I am the weaver.
I am the woven one.
I am the dreamer.
I am the dream.
we are weavers
woven into and from
an ancient ever renewing
fabric
on an invisible loom
more subtle than breath
at one turn
we pull
to add to our own design
to sing each life’s most
important song
i am, i belong
in another turn we push
to etch the themes
built into pyramid, cathedral
and telescope, all designed to search
the mystery of hope & will
each of us, if our life is blessed,
leaves sufficient yarn
for the next generation
to pick up the many living threads
whose origins are beyond
the pure geometry of stars
and with bone and marrow shuttle
we leave the foundation
for those who will weave the fabric of tomorrow
We Are Weavers
By Jon Madian
May your Imbolc be beautiful!
“When I was 15, I spent a month working on an archeological dig. I was talking to one of the archeologists one day during our lunch break and he asked those kinds of ‘getting to know you,’ questions you ask young people: Do you play sports? What’s your favorite subject? And I told him, no I don’t play any sports. I do theater, I’m in choir, I play the violin and piano, I used to take art classes.
And he went WOW. That’s amazing! And I said, ‘
‘Oh no, but I’m not any good at ANY of them.”
And he said something then that I will never forget and which absolutely blew my mind because no one had ever said anything like it to me before: ‘ I don’t think being good at things is the point of doing them. I think you’ve got all these wonderful experiences with different skills, and that all teaches you things and makes you an interesting person, no matter how well you do them.’
And that honestly changed my life. Because I went from a failure, someone who hadn’t been talented enough at anything to excel, to someone who did things because I enjoyed them. I had been raised in such an achievement-oriented environment, so inundated with the myth of Talent, that I thought it was only worth doing things if you could ‘Win’ at them.”
Kurt Vonnegut
Happy Monday from Mary!
The so-called black sheep of the family are, in fact, hunters born of paths of liberation into the family tree.
The members of a tree who do not conform to the norms or traditions of the family system, those who since childhood have constantly sought to revolutionise beliefs, going against the paths marked by family traditions, those criticised, judged and even rejected, these are usually called to free the tree of repetitive stories that frustrate entire generations.
The black sheep, those who do not adapt, those who cry rebelliously, play a basic role within each family system, they repair, pick up and create new and unfold branches in the family tree.
Thanks to these members, our trees renew their roots. Its rebellion is fertile soil, its madness is water that nourishes, its stubbornness is new air, its passion is fire that re-ignites the light of the heart of the ancestors.
Uncountable repressed desires, unfulfilled dreams, the frustrated talents of our ancestors are manifested in the rebelliousness of these black sheep seeking fulfilment. The genealogical tree, by inertia will want to continue to maintain the castrating and toxic course of its trunk, which makes the task of our sheep a difficult and conflicting work.
However, who would bring new flowers to our tree if it were not for them? Who would create new branches? Without them, the unfulfilled dreams of those who support the tree generations ago would die buried beneath their own roots.
Let no one cause you to doubt, take care of your rarity as the most precious flower of your tree.
You are the dream of all your ancestors.
- Bert Hellinger
art | Monica Fernandez
Happy New Year! During 2020, I began my personal meditation practice. I say practice because there is always something to learn, opportunities to improve, and moments to be proud of doing my best, even if today can be more challenging than yesterday. One phrase, a heartfelt prayer long steeped in Buddhism, resonates with me deeply: "May we be safe. May we be happy. May we be healthy. May we live with ease." So may it be for us all in 2021.
AT THE END OF THE YEAR
As this year draws to its end,
We give thanks for the gifts it brought
And how they became inlaid within
Where neither time nor tide can touch them...
Days when beloved faces shone brighter
With light from beyond themselves;
And from the granite of some secret sorrow
A stream of buried tears loosened.
We bless this year for all we learned,
For all we loved and lost
And for the quiet way it brought us
Nearer to our invisible destination.
JOHN O'DONOHUE
Excerpt from the blessing, 'At the End of the Year,' from the books,
Benedictus (Europe) / To Bless the Space Between Us (US)
Ordering Info: https://www.johnodonohue.com/store
Co. Kerry, Ireland
Photo: © Ann Cahill
Merry Christmas!!!
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DECEMBER 4, 2014 / DANIELLE PROHOM OLSON In the old nature religion (in which the divine was often perceived as feminine) it was the...
Happy Yule!
May your winter be beautiful!
We do not become healers.
We came as healers. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.
We do not become storytellers.
We came as carriers of the stories that we and our ancestors actually lived. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.
We do not become artists. We came as artists. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.
We do not become writers.. dancers.. musicians.. helpers.. peacemakers. We came as such. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.
We do not learn to love in this sense. We came as Love.
We are Love.
Some of us are still catching up
to who we truly are.
~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes
art | Catrin Walz-Stein
“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
Mary Oliver - Wild Geese
Therese -Marthe-Françoise Dupré
Happy Friday! What is your favorite poem from Devotions? http://ow.ly/DIME50C0RAq
Sometimes a picture is the perfect focal point for meditation. I present a fine example!
“This small beech tree has managed to hang onto its leaves by sheltering within mature conifers in Birkshaw Forest near Lockerbie in Dumfriesshire.” From Kevin Findlater Photography
Speed Bump by cartoonist Dave Coverly created January 17, 2018
With practice, we can see that our wounded child is not only us. Our wounded child may represent several generations. Our mother may have suffered throughout her life. Our father may have suffered. Perhaps our parents weren’t able to look after the wounded child in themselves. So when we’re embracing the wounded child in us, we are embracing all the wounded child in our past generations. This practice is not a practice for ourselves alone, but for numberless generations of ancestors and descendants.
Thich Nhat Hanh
art | Christian Schloe
"I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times’
into something better.”
Mary Oliver
Felice Casoati - Dreaming of Pomegranates, 1912.
An excellent history of tarot cards. Enjoy!
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I hope that all of you will have a beautiful Halloween night!
TX
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I was inspired today to read this wise and beautiful work, The Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran. Here is the first part of many posts. Enjoy!
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