Monday, December 30, 2013
Posted by Beannaichte's Blog at 9:08:00 PM
~In Dedication to my sister, Sharon, who died on 23 March, of this year, after a
long battle, with cancer. Though the disease conquered her body, it could never
conquer her incredibly Brave and Beautiful Spirit.
On Christmas Day, of this year,
her husband, David, completed his earthly Journey,
joining his wife, and long-time companion, of many years.
May God comfort those who mourn...
~We Remember Sharon and David...We Remember!
~If I should not wake up in the morning
Remember that I love you.
As the Morning Sun
Streams through the window
I will be in every ray.
As you walk along an empty beach
With seemingly just the sound
Of the Surf for company
It will be saying;
"I am here."
In the Midst of the greatest Storm
With a Hurricane Force wind blowing
It will be shouting;
"I am with you, Always."
In the Darkness of the Night
When you are sleeping
And your slumber is disturbed
By a sound, that you are not sure
That you really did hear
It is only me Whispering-
That I am Near.
If I should not wake up one morning.
~ Dusti Rodes c.
30 December, 2013
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Posted by Beannaichte's Blog at 9:41:00 PM
Friday, December 27, 2013
Go, little book,
out of the house and into the world,
carriage made of paper rolling toward town
bearing a single passenger
beyond the reach of this jittery pen
and far from the desk and the nosy gooseneck lamp.
it is time to decamp,
put on the jacket and venture outside,
time to be regarded by other eyes,
bound to be held in foreign hands.
so off you go, infants of the brain,
with a wave and some bits of fatherly advice:
stay out as late as you like,
don't bother to call or write,
and talk to as many strangers as you can.
~ Billy Collins
27 December, 2013
Thursday, December 26, 2013
~I've known rivers
ancient as the world and older than the flow of blood in human veins.
My Soul has grown deep like the Rivers.
Going beyond fear begins when we examine our fear; our anxiety, nervousness, concern, and restlessness. If we look into our fear, if we look beneath the veneer, the first thing we find is sadness, beneath the nervousness. Nervousness is cranking up, vibrating all the time. When we slow down, when we relax with our fear, we find sadness, which is calm and gentle. Sadness hits you in the Heart, and your body produces a Tear. Before you cry, there is a feeling in your chest and then, after that, you produce tears in your eyes. You are about to produce Rain or a Waterfall in your eyes and you feel sad and lonely and perhaps romantic at the same time. That is the first tip of fearlessness, and the first sign of real warriorship. You might think that, when you experience fearlessness, you will hear the opening to Beethoven's Fifth Symphony or see a great explosion in the sky, but it doesn't happen that way. Discovering fearlessness comes from working with the Softness of the human Heart.
26 December, 2013
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
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Thursday, December 19, 2013
LIVE IN THE
M O M E N T
R E M E M BER
YOU ARE LOVED
NEVER GIVE UP
19 December, 2013
Posted by Beannaichte's Blog at 11:38:00 PM
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Friday, December 13, 2013
~ CHRISTOPHER ROBIN to POOH...
YOU'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER:
THAN YOU BELIEVE,
AND STRONGER THAN YOU SEEM,
AND SMARTER THAN YOU THINK."
13 December, 2013
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
~How deep the Father's Love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the Pain of searing Loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many Souls to Glory.
Behold the man upon a Cross
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His Dying breath has brought me Life
I know that it is Finished.
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His Death and Resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I can not give an answer
But this I know with all my Heart
His wounds have paid my ransom.
~Yes, this I know with all my Heart...
His wounds have paid my ransom.
4 December, 2013
Monday, December 2, 2013
Laughed a little harder,
They cried a little softer,
They lived a little stronger,
Because they stood together...
2 December, 2013
Posted by Beannaichte's Blog at 10:35:00 PM
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
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Friday, November 22, 2013
God to me
Is my dark-haired Mother,
Stroking my forehead
As she lullabies me to sleep.
My Mother is the Earth
And all her Creatures,
The Web that brings us into Relationship
With one another.
God to me
Is the Mother
Who Spills her Essence into the World,
Creating and Calling us to Create
From the wombs of our Being.
God to me
Is the Mother
Whose Voice was Drowned out
For most of History,
I find her in my Deepest Wisdom,
Alone, I feel her Touch
Upon my brow,
Mothering me still,
Mothering us all.
22 November, 2013
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Wednesday, November 20, 2013
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Friday, November 8, 2013
~ We must become the change internally
that we are searching to bring
~ Gwendolyn Zoharah Simmons, PhD
Hand friend, Heart friend, Pillow friend, Spirit friend. We need the Friends of our hands. We need the people who walk the picket line with us. We need the people who sit with us as the kitchen table and listen to our stories. Some of those are are hand friends. Some are our heart friends. Who is it who will listen to your deep grief when you are disappointed in your children, when your best friend has betrayed you, when you wake up in the night weeping and afraid? Who is it who will bring you the Gift of touch? Hand friend, Heart friend, Pillow friend, and Spirit friend. We need our ritual Sisters and Brothers. And we need our Connection to the Divine, however we Language that and Know it.
"Woman on the Edge of Time"
8 November, 2013
Posted by Beannaichte's Blog at 10:10:00 PM
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
~There are three
friends of the winter:
the Pine Tree, the Plum Blossom, and Bamboo.
Pine Trees are strong. They remain happy and green
throughout the year.
In the unbearable heat of summer
and the severe cold of winter,
they Stand Unperturbed.
The crimson petals
of the Plum Blossom
gleam brilliantly against the white snow,
with their magenta coloured flowers.
The ability to bloom in the midst of Misfortune
suggests Dignity and Forbearance
under harsh circumstances.
The Bamboo is the third
friend of winter.
Bamboo is Flexible,
bending with the wind but never breaking,
capable of adapting
to any circumstance.
It suggests Resilience,
meaning we have the Ability to bounce back
from even the most difficult times.
Our Ability to thrive depends,
in the end,
on our Attitude
to our Life's Circumstances.
~Take everything in stride
putting forth Energy
when it is Needed,
yet always staying Calm, Inwardly.
~Ping Fu's "Shanghai Papa"
5 November, 2013