Thursday, January 10, 2019

His Eye Is On The Sparrow - Jessie Colter

~ For  my Beloved Friend, Maxwell "Everett".  Today is your final " Going Home". ~ I will miss you, Dear Friend.  I will miss you! ~ Many times, throughout the years, we listened and loved this song, together.  And yes, now, from"care you have been set Free".  Rest now, Gentle Friend...Rest.  ~ We Remember, Maxwell...We Remember! ~ Beannaichte'



              Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.  Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the Spirit.  If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble, it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.  Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.  But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and every where life is full of heroism.  Be yourself.  Especially do not feign affection.  Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.  Nurture strength of Spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.  But do not distress yourself with imaginings.  Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.  Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars, you have a right to be here.  And whether or not it is clear to you, the universe is unfolding as it should.  Therefore, be at Peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.  And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life~keep Peace with your Soul.  With all its sham and drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.  Strive to be happy.

~ Max Ehrmann

~ Beannaichte'
10 January, 2018

~ For my Beloved Friend, Maxwell " Everett"... I will miss you, dear Friend! ...  We Remember, Maxwell. We Remember.

Monday, December 31, 2018

"Welcome, 2019"

In the Spirit of Peace;  
~ Soon, we will say `Goodbye', to the year of `2018',
 and `Welcome'
in the New Year of '2019' !
I wish you, one and all ,
a very happy, healthy, and prosperous
New Year!
   May the New Year provide that which is meaningful
to your Heart, your Mind and Body,
and especially ~ your Soul.
~This is my prayer for you;
Be kind to yourself, and each other. 
Work together and Play together. 
Laugh, because it is good for you,
and others. 
Cry, because it makes you so very human,
and your Soul sensitive to others.
Improve yourself. Improve your World!
And remember, when it is all said and done,
there is only one thing that will really matter ~
How much did you Love yourself ~
How much did you Love others...

At a truly unique place in time ~
I wish you, and yours, a truly
Happy New Year!
~ Beannaichte'
31 December, 2018

Alicia O'Hara 
~ Copyrighted Material; December of 2014.

Thursday, December 6, 2018

"The Advent Wreath"

Four Candles slowly burned.
The ambiance was so soft,
one could almost hear them talking...

The First Candle said:
"I am Peace." 
"The World is full of anger and fighting,
Nobody can keep me lit."
Then the flame of Peace went out, completely. 

Then the Second Candle said:
"I am Faith."
"I am no longer indispensable.
It doesn't make sense that I stay lit another moment."
Just then, a soft breeze softly blew out Faith's flame.

Sadly, a Third Candle began to speak:
"I am Love."
People don't understand my importance,
so they simply put me aside.
They even  forget to Love those who are nearest to them.
I haven't the strength to stay lit."
And, waiting no longer,
Love's flame went out.

a Child entered the room
and saw the Three unlit Candles.

"Why aren't you burning?
You're supposed to stay lit until the end."

Saying this, the Child began to cry.

Then the Fourth Candle answered:
"Don't be afraid, I am Hope.
While I am still burning,
We can light the other Candles."

With shining eyes,
The Child took the Candle of Hope
and lit the other Candles.

The Flame of Hope should never
go out from your Life.

...and with Hope
each of us can live a Life with

Peace, Faith and Love !

~ Unknown

~ Beannaichte'
6 December, 2018

~ Together, the flame of Hope burns brightly...
    In Peace, Faith and Love!  
~ May this  Advent Season  bring  Blessings, secured in  the flame of Hope,  to you, and yours.
 ~  Beannaichte'   

Thursday, November 22, 2018

" Thanksgiving Eve"

                  ~ A life that is not shared is tragically diminished.
It remains a profound truth; we have truly lived, when we have made another life easier. ~ Perhaps, this is the only real and lasting definition of success.

And I quote:
"There is a light in this world, a healing Spirit more powerful than any darkness we may encounter. We sometimes lose sight of this force when there is suffering, too much pain. Then suddenly this Spirit will emerge, through the lives of ordinary people, who hear a call, and answer in extraordinary ways".
I thank you, each and every one, who have answered the call....
~ May God bless You and Yours, in an extraordinary way!

~ Happy Thanksgiving!
~ Alicia O'Hara
22 November, 2018

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

"I Am"

 Lightning Cracks the Sky
A whip driven with the force of the Great God
It is beautiful, yet always unknown,
as to where it will touch
It is Fierce
It is Free-
It is.

I Look for the Hand
That so quickly paints the jagged lines,
flashing across the Sky
 ~ A great Artist;
 Who other could capture the whole of the Universe,
with one stroke-
It is.

The Wind Moves, without caution

Leaning into the Storm,
my stained Soul
 is washed Clean 
as I am called into Oneness; to Life,
to Prayer-
It is. 
 The Thunder Pounds
~ A Master Drummer;
so certain of each beat,
a rhythm that is True to the Storm
The olde is washed away.
I find new Strength-
It is.  

  Lightning Falls from the Sky
  strong fingers reach, while shielding me
my Soul bows before the Great God; 
A voice Speaks,
Two Words ~


~The raging storm, within, now calm.

~ Alicia O'Hara
~ Copyrighted Material; 8 July, 2013 

Sunday, October 28, 2018

"Child of October"

And in some distant winter,
of his life, he prayed it would be written:

Here was a man, 
at peace with his thoughts.
A man of few words,
who drew more truth from the gentle rains,
than from the words of other men.
Here was a child of October,
educated by November.
A man who treasured the wisdom
in the
Autumn's Silence.
Here was a man of the Fall,
who, like the Season,
was mindful of his limitations,
yet gave all that he had to give,
Here was a man,
touched by every person, place, and thing
he chanced to touch.
And ripened
by it all. 

~ Randy Jaroch

~ Beannaichte'
28 October, 2018