Wednesday, March 28, 2012


I have viewed the Lenten Season,
 as a Journey,
for many years.
 the Path has become blurred for me,
 this year. 
 I can not, nor will I judge this, in any manner.  To do so, I would be judging a Process. One that I do not pretend to  understand. Nonetheless, it is a Process, and a part of the Journey.
It has been an incredibly painful time.
 Yet, sometimes it is during the harsh Seasons of Pain,
 that the true Path is revealed. I am only asked to remain on the Path, however unclear. Oftentimes, I grope in the Darkness. Yet, equally frightened of what the Light will reveal too me.
It has been a time of Grief. Not in small doses.
 At times, it has been nearly all consuming. Yet, somehow, my feet have remained on the Path.
I do not know if I will ever be able to explain,
 or understand this,
this side of Heaven...
 I am finding a deeper meaning to  Life,
 and Living. I am learning a sense of Compassion, that sustains me, daily.~ I am learning a sense of Compassion for myself, and the unknown Path  I am traveling.
I am learning the same, for my Fellow Travelers.
It has taken some incredible Losses for me to have the 
smallest of understanding about this-
Yet, I am beginning to understand.
Life is a very wise and patient Teacher.
I choose Life.
I choose Peace.
Peace is a Gift, but one that comes at a Price.
Nonetheless, it is a Gift.
The Journey is not easy for any of us, when 
taken in Truth, Courage, and Sincerity~
 Life is incredibly 
harsh, at times. 
There is a Zen saying, that states;
"You can not tread the Path,
until you Become the Path,
I think of this when I reflect 
upon the Twelve Stations of the Cross,
during this Lenten Season~
Jesus Truly Became the Path for Us.
He suffered Pain, Grief, Separation, Loneliness,
Hunger, Abuse, and Darkness, to the very point
of Death~ a Death that He did not deserve.
Yet, He freely choice it.
And though He stumbled and fell,
and needed the help of another,
to carry the Cross~
He did not veer, from the Path~
the Path that keeps us on Course, until we 
make that final Journey,
to a Heavenly Home.
Jesus paid the price~In Full! 

Perhaps, my Lenten Journey
not so blurred, as I had thought...

28 March, 2012

~To my Family, Friends, and new-found Friends, on Twitter. You can find them@beannaichte  

Sunday, March 25, 2012

"The Shell of Friendship"

Reflection Cast 
from Good Friends
is Needed
Until You Become With the Aid
of a Reflector,
a Drawer of Water from the Sea.
Know that the Reflection
is at First
Just Imitation,
but When It Continues
to Recur,
It Turns Into Direct Realization
of Truth,
Until It Has Become Realization,
Don't Part from the Friends 
Who Guide You-
Don't Break Away from the Shell
if the Raindrop Hasn't Yet
Become a 

~Jalil al-Din Rumi

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

"Abuse: A Love Story"

How many men
 are there in Ireland like Sean,
 beautiful wronged
beings who hurt others in order to protect
            How many women              
have been baffled and hurt by their intense love
 and swift rejection?
  many children wonder over their father's rages and mood shifts? 
      How many 
       lives are lived without joy,
 because joy is such a strong solvent that the rigidly
   constructed outer personality
     dissolves and the terror reveals itself?   
When I think of the pain
 Sean inflicted upon
 I shudder.
 If I could
go backwards in time,
 what I know now, would
 I refuse his dumb-
show of pain, refuse to put on the black
 cassock-like dress,
 so I would be spared the cruelty
I endured?
 I think so.
 But then I think:
 perhaps someday that silenced
child will remember that,
 he showed someone
 what happened,
 and that
afterwards he was not hurt,
 or maimed,
 or killed.
 And perhaps then Sean will
have the courage to seek
 the help
 he so desperately needs.

 And the joyful times
 we spent:
 if I could unlive them, would I do so,
  in order to avoid the painful aftermath? 
 Sometimes I think so. But more often 
    I think-I pray- that it will ultimately have been worth it,
that the memory of our        
     honeymoon will rest in Sean's memory until one day
knowing himself capable of
such delight, he will find the strength
to fight past his demons 
and claim the life he
so desires.
                                                                                                                     ~From"Irish Spirit";
By Lucy Delores Moore
~Beannaichte' (3-21-12)

Monday, March 19, 2012

"Mary Teresa M"

 I grieve for my father and brother who died
 in addiction, their own strong Spirits stolen by the spirits in
 the drink. If I could hold my dying father in my arms now I 
would say, "It's okay. It's okay. It's been a long, hard time,
 hasn't it?"
     I would rock him and I would rock the denial that was kill-
  ing him, the denial that was desperately trying to protect him
from the horrid truth of what had happened to
 his Life,
his Family,
 his Freedom,
  his very Soul.
       I would soften the fear and soften the shame
to break through to his own Strong heart.
     But I cannot. I never could. As it is, I have only Today to soar
    into Freedom, breaking the chains that bind me. I have the Hope
  of Healing the Cross-Generational chains that bind
 my Children.

~From "Irish Spirit",
by Mary Teresa  M.



Tuesday, March 13, 2012

"Station Island"

So Tender,
I said,
Remember This.
It Will Be Good for You
to Retrace this Path.

When You Have
Grown Away
and Stand at Last
At the Very Centre
of an
Empty City.
~Seamus Heaney

"Healing Presense"

Great Sea
has set me in motion.
Set me adrift
and I move as a weed in the river.
The arch of the sky
And the mightiness of storms
Encompasses me,
And I am left
Trembling with Joy.
~Inuit Poem


Monday, March 12, 2012

"Irish Angels"

Leprechauns be
Near You,
to Spread Luck
Along Your
And May All
Irish Angels,
 on You
St. Patrick's Day!
~An Irish Blessing


Saturday, March 10, 2012

"A Little Bit of Heaven"

Have you ever heard
 the Story of how
 Ireland got its Name?
I'll tell you, so you'll understand from
whence olde Ireland came.
No wonder that we're proud of that
Dear Land across the Sea.
For here's the way me Dear olde Mother,
told the Tale to me.
Shure, a little bit of Heaven fell from
out the sky one day,
And nestled on the ocean in a spot so
far away;
And when the Angels found it,
Shure, it looked so sweet and fair,
They said, "Suppose we leave it, for it
looks so Peaceful there."
So they sprinkled it with Stardust just
to make the Shamrocks grow;
`Tis the only Place you'll find them no
matter where you go.
Then they dotted it with Silver
To make Its lakes so grand,
And when they had it finished, shure
they called it Ireland.
`Tis a Dear olde Land of Fairies and of
wond'rous Wishing Wells;
And no where else on God's green
Earth have they such Lakes and Dells!
No wonder that the Angels loved Its
Shamrock-bordered shore.
`Tis a little bit of Heaven and I Love
It more and more.

~ A Tale of Ireland

~Beannaichte' (3-10-12)

Thursday, March 8, 2012


There Be Peace
Within You.
May You
That You
Where You Are
To Be.



that Friends
are Quiet Angels
Who lift Us to Our Feet
When Our Wings
Have Trouble
How to


Monday, March 5, 2012


Familiar with
the Angels,
Them Frequently
in Spirit;
for Without
Being Seen, They
are Present

~St.Frances de Sales
~Beannaichte' (3-5-12)

~Happy Birthday, Mc Kenzie!                                                                           

Saturday, March 3, 2012


Let Me 
Don't pluck one
walk away...
 when you do
We both have Lost,
Something of ourselves
which we pay.

in the
are not for sale,
and a man
can't buy 
what has no price...
Sit down beside me
in your Gentle time,
We both have
our Tears
That have not dried...
Let Me
  of DAISIES...
~Alicia O'Hara c.

3 March, 2012