Monday, April 28, 2014

"Thoughts That Count"


          ...But for all the richness of my friend's words, I think the most powerful advice I ever received was from my father, Danny Thomas.
          When I was a struggling young actress of 18, and he was already a famous comedian, I went to him in tears because everyone was comparing me with him.  He said, "I raised you to be a thoroughbred, and when thoroughbreds run, they wear blinders to keep their eyes focused straight ahead with no distractions from the other horses.  They run their own race.  That's what you have to do. Don't listen to anyone comparing you to me or anyone else.  You just run your own race."
          My dad gave me so much great advice over the years.  And when he died, I knew how much I would miss talking to him.  But that's when another friend, Mike Nichols, gave me advice I still cherish-and pass along to others who have lost someone they love. "All the things you wish you had said, you can still tell him," he said.  "The conversation continues..."

~ Marlo Thomas

~ Beannaichte'
28 April, 2014

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Beannaichte's Blog: "The Poet"

Beannaichte's Blog: "The Poet": I n his essay`The Poet', Ralph Waldo Emerson,   states that the P oet `stands one step nearer to things', and `turns the world to g...

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Royal Choral Society: 'Hallelujah Chorus' from Handel's Messiah

Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday

~ Hallelujah!

~ Easter Blessings!

20 April, 2014

Saturday, April 19, 2014

"Not Mine"...

said to His friends:
"My heart is broken with sorrow.
Remain here with Me.
Be on guard and pray.
The Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak."
He prayed to His Father:
"Father, if it is possible,
take this cup of suffering from Me.
Nonetheless, not mine,
but Your 

~ From Matthew; Chapter 26

19 April, 2014 

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Good Friday – Readings

Good Friday – Readings

"The Stabat Mater"

At the Cross her station keeping,
Stood the mournful Mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last.

Through her heart His sorrow sharing,
All His bitter anguish bearing,
Lo! The piercing sword has Passed.

For His people's sins rejected,
Saw her Jesus unprotected,
Saw with thorns, with scourges rent.

Saw her Son from judgement taken,
Her beloved in death forsaken,
Till His spirit forth He sent.

Jesus, may your Cross defend me,
And your Mother's prayer befriend me:
Let me die in Your embrace.

When to dust my dust returns,
Grant a Soul, which for You yearns,
In Your Paradise a place.   

~ Amen.

[Blessed Jacopone da Todi ( 1230-1306)]

17 April, 2014 

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Beannaichte's Blog: " All of These People"

Beannaichte's Blog: " All of These People": W ho was it  who suggested that the opposite  of W ar I s not so much P eace as civilisation?  He knew O ur assassinated C ath...

Friday, April 4, 2014

5 Sunday of Lent (A)

5 Sunday of Lent (A)

"The Strand"

~ The dotted line my father's ashplant made

On Sandymount Strand

Is something else

the tide won't wash away. 

~ Seamus Heaney

4 April, 2014 

Thursday, April 3, 2014


You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine...
-Jacques Crickillon

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is no way you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close 
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in the boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain upon the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down the alley,
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I am not  the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and -  somehow -  the wine.

~ Billy Collins

3 April, 2014