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Tuesday, December 30, 2014

"Welcome, 2015!"

In the Spirit of Peace;  
~ Soon, we will say `Goodbye', to the year of `2014',
 and `Welcome'
in the New Year of ' 2015' !
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,
and one another...
At a truly unique place in time ~
I wish you, and yours, a truly
Happy New Year!
(((CLINK)))

Slainte'
~ Beannaichte'
30 December, 2014
Alicia O'Hara 

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Sunday, December 28, 2014

"First Annual Report"



A
Year  on, my love,
A Year  since we Parted,
You  to  the  Prayer-wrapped Unknown,
Me  to  a Cell  called Freedom

In  your  Place I have Memory,
stingy  Usurper
Dispensing  crumbs
From  the  banquet  of  your Table

Like  a donkey  in Omeath
Kicking  my Pride
And  your  Laughter
Animating  the  Mournes

OChampagne  Saturday
When  we  whooped  and  Danced
To  new Celestial  Arrivals
On  our Cherished Firmament

Your  light  is on  Dim  now, my love,
Yet  blinding  Flashes of you
Startle  me  awake
From  the  barren  Limbo of  Dreams,

You'll  be  pleased God  is Back,
HLeft  when you died,
Went  a.w.o.l.,
Like  He'd  been  found out
Not  having  the  Answers
And  Permitting  instead  a Soothing Indulgence:
Why  hast Thou Forsaken me

Yet  there  again, my dear,
must  Allow  for Pre-occupation
With  Glamorous  new Arrival,
Introductions  all  round,
Glasses Raised  and  all  that,
Yours  a  spritzer, my love?

That's  about  It  for now, my dear,
Except to  say the blubbering  is Ceased
And  Sorrow's  sickly syrup of Self
Expunged  from  the Menu

Well...in  Hope  and  Prayer,  that  is

My  love


~Gerry Corr
Ireland

~Beannaichte'
28 December, 2014
 


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Händel Messiah - Hallelujah Chorus

Living Space The Holy Family – 28 December (B) | Sacred Space

Living Space The Holy Family – 28 December (B) | Sacred Space

Thursday, December 18, 2014

"Bright Blue Rose"

I 
 skimmed across 
blackwater
without once submerging
onto the banks of an urban
morning
that hungers the first Light
much much more
than the mountains ever do.

And she like the ghost beside
me
goes down with the ease of a
dolphin
and emerges unlearned,
unshamed,
unharmed.

For she is the perfect creature
a natural in every feature
and I am the geek with the
alchemist's stone 

For all of you who must discover
For all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others
You find a very special hand.

And it is a Holy thing
And it is a precious time,
And it is the only way.
Forget-me-nots among the
snow
Its always been and so it
goes
To ponder His death
And His life eternally.

One bright blue rose
outlives all those
two thousand years
and still it goes
to ponder His death 
and His life
Eternally. 

~ Jimmy Mac Carthy

~ Beannaichte'
18 December, 2014 


You find a very special hand.

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Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Beannaichte's Blog: "Friendship"

Beannaichte's Blog: "Friendship": A nd a youth said, " Speak to us of Friendship." Y our F riend is your N eeds answered.   He is your field which you sow wi...

Friday, December 5, 2014

Beannaichte's Blog: " How Deep the Father's Love for Us"

Beannaichte's Blog: " How Deep the Father's Love for Us": ~H ow deep the F ather's L ove for us H ow vast beyond all measure T hat H e should give H is only S on T o make a wretch H...

Thursday, October 30, 2014

"Dear Lord I Know"


To let go does not mean to stop caring.
It means I can't do it for someone else.
To let go is not to cut myself off.
It's the realization I can't control another. 
To let go is not to enable,
but to allow learning from natural consequences. 
To let go is to admit powerlessness,
which means the outcome is not in my hands.
To let go is not to try and change or be another.
It's to make the most of myself.  
To let go is not to care for, but to care about.
To let go is not to fix, but to be supportive.
To let go is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.
To let go is not to e in the middle arranging all outcomes,
but to allow others to affect their destinies.
To let go is not to be protective.
It's to permit another to face reality.
To let go is not to deny, but to accept.
To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,
but to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.
To let go is not to adjust everything to my own desires,
but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.
To let go is not to criticize and regulate anybody, 
but to try to become what I dream I can be.
To let go is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future.
To let go is to fear less and love more.
Lord, help me to let go. 

~ Unknown

~ Beannaichte'
30 October, 2014

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Thursday, October 23, 2014

Beannaichte's Blog: "Sacred Reverie"

Beannaichte's Blog: "Sacred Reverie": I run  with sheer force M y body  a shield against the W inter W ind   T earing at my skin, with an unleashed furry I am not a...

Friday, October 3, 2014

Beannaichte's Blog: "Dovetail"

Beannaichte's Blog: "Dovetail": ~The Future has an Ancient Heart. ~Carlo Levi                                           T he S easons have once again, Dovetai...

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Beannaichte's Blog: "Autumn Prayer"

Beannaichte's Blog: "Autumn Prayer": L oving G od, I come to you in Thanksgiving, knowing that Your Love  never fails. I n Faith and Love, help me to do Your will. ...

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Beannaichte's Blog: "Letting Go"

Beannaichte's Blog: "Letting Go":        T he Autumn Season makes it clear to me, as no other, the need for 'letting go.' The trees speak the language, as they d...

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Beannaichte's Blog: "Green Eyes"

Beannaichte's Blog: "Green Eyes": ~E very N ight we L ight the C andle that stands B eside our B ed. B ut sometimes the F lame's too much to handle, T hat&#39...

"May"...

May
the Stars
Carry Your Sadness Away. . .
May Hope Forever
Dry Away Your
Tears. . .
And,
Above All,
May
Silence
Make
You
Strong.

~Chief Dan George
U.S.A.


~ Beannaichte'
9 September, 2014

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Wednesday, September 3, 2014

"And So It Is"

    And so it is .
    The seed is planted
      In the fertile winter soil,
     to be nurtured lovingly
    by earth and rain .
    It blossoms in the warmth of spring,
 paying homage to the sky.
 Its sweet fruit grows unattended, 
   ripening in the sun,
to be gathered in the harvest .


      Another seed is planted .
   And so it is .


~Randy Jaroch
U.S.A.

~Beannaichte'
 3 September, 2014

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Saturday, August 16, 2014

Sunday of week 20 of Ordinary Time

Sunday of week 20 of Ordinary Time

"Broken"


~ Broken

          Promises

            Banish 
 
               Hope. 

~ Beannaichte'
16 August, 2014

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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

"Seasons"


It happens,
overnight the seasons change.
And expected as the change may be,
it nonetheless surprises me,
to wake and find the summer's slipped away.

It happens,
overnight people change,
I tell you this because I love you,
and to love you is to live in fear.
The fear that I'll awake and find
the seasons and your feelings
changing.

~ Randy Jaroch
U.S.A.

~ Beannaichte'
12 August, 2014

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Friday, August 1, 2014

Beannaichte's Blog: "Never Give All The Heart"

Beannaichte's Blog: "Never Give All The Heart": N ever   G ive  A ll  the  H eart,  for  L ove W ill   H a rdly   seem  worth  T hinking  of T o  P assionate  W omen  if  it  s...

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

"Grace"


As we gather in the Chapel, in olde Kilmainham jail
I think about the last few weeks, oh will they say, we failed
From our school days, they have told us, we must yearn for Liberty
Yet all I want in this dark place, is to have you here with me.

Oh Grace, just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger
They'll take me out at dawn, and I will die
With all my Love, I place this wedding ring upon your finger
There won't be time to share our love, so we must say goodbye.

Now I know it's hard for you, my love, to ever understand
The Love I bear for these brave men - my Love for this dear land
But when Padraic called me to his side, down in the G.P.O.
I had to leave my own sick bed - to him I had to go.

Now the dawn is breaking, my heart is breaking, too
On this May morn', as I walk out, my thoughts will be of you
And I'll write some words, upon the walls, so everyone will know
I Loved so much that I could see - His blood upon the rose.

Oh Grace, just hold me in your arms. . .


Sean O'Meara & Frank O'Meara 
 Ireland


~Beannaichte'
30 July, 2014

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Friday, July 25, 2014

"Ancestries"


                         Much of our power comes from our past.  We have always drawn upon the 
ancient world for knowledge, for enlightenment, even for example.  Our philosophies, our 
political structures, our dramatic expressions have long been guided by the systems of olde 
civilizations.  More narrowly, we also draw upon our own particular ancestries.  Why the 
tradition of family portraits?  How often do we tease apart the branches of the family tree-
and grow fascinated?
                         It seems not to matter much if that olde family thread of ours is frail or
poorly traceable or even if it fades into obscurity.  We need the spirits of our past more than
we need the facts; we need the pride more than we need the proof.  And the more mobile we become, and the farther we travel from our point of origin, the more we seem to want to return.  
That is, if the Irish example can be judged; to have come from Ireland, no matter how long ago,
is to be of Ireland, in some part, forever.
                         Internationally, genealogical research has been one of the world's growing
pastimes.  Within our origins we search for our anchors, our steadiness.  And every one's
journey to the past is different.  It might be found in a legend or in the lore of an ancestor's courage or an  inherited flair.  Or it might be found simply by standing on the earth once owned
by a namesake tribe, touching the stone they carved, finding their spoor.  In all cases we are
drawn to the places whence they came - because to grasp who they were may guide what 
we might become.

~ Unknown

~Beannaichte'
24 July, 2014

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Thursday, June 26, 2014

" Things Worth Praising "


RainSoft rain.  Hard pelting rainSleet and snow.
Clouds: white, grey, darkA spring breeze.
The predictability of stars and moon and sun.

Green small hills.  Craggy slopes. Granite cliffs.
Topsoil deep and richThe melody of rivers.
The power of tides.  The cycle of change.

Industry of bee and wormSweet fruit that follows.
Microbes that make cheese.  Ones that cure us.
Profound cooperation that begets lichen.

Birdsong carried on wind.  The shadow of a horse
against a limestone wallA dog's warmth.
BloodFleshBonesHeartsBreath.

A friend's hand, reaching out for help or tea.
A sigh, a song, an honest smile, a body dancing.
Everything that connects and is connected
 Everything.

~ Patricia Monaghan 
U.S.A./Ireland


~Beannaichte'
26 June, 2014

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Friday, June 20, 2014

" Latiarian's Heart "


Three holy women came westward
from France to that place on the border

of Kerry and Cork where the great paps
rise, Danu's giant mist-clad breasts:

Lasair, the eldest, stopped at Killasseragh
and made a hermit's cell her home;

and the middle sister, the yellow haired one,
went along the Blackwater to Dromtarriff

and stopped her journey there; and
the youngest, Latiarian, went to coal-rich

Cullen, where a smith gave her embers
every day to heat her hut.  She carried

the embers back in her apron and spent
her days in prayer and contemplation.

Then one day the smith complimented
her shapely feet and Latiarian's apron

burst into flame and she uttered a curse
that no smith would ever thrive in Cullen

and she disappeared, leaving behind
only a granite stone beside the road.

Her curse still holds.  No blacksmith lives
in Cullen now to give away embers

and compliment the women.  What's
 left of Latiarian?  A heart-shaped stone.

~Patricia Monaghan
U.S.A./Ireland


~ Beannaichte'
20 June, 2014

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