Wednesday, December 7, 2016

"One Solitary Life"

 was born in an obscure village
The child of a peasant woman
He grew up in another obscure village
Where He worked in a carpenter shop
until He was thirty.

He never wrote a book
He never held an office
He never went to college
He never visited a big city
He never traveled more than two hundred miles 
From the place where He was born
He did none of these things
Usually associated with greatness
He had no credentials but himself.

He was only thirty three.

His friends ran away
One of them denied him
He was turned over to his enemies
And went through the mockery of a trial
He was nailed to a Cross between two thieves
While dying his executioners gambled for his clothing
The only property He had on earth.

When He was dead
He was laid in a borrowed grave
Through the pity of a friend.

And today Jesus is the central figure
of the human race
And the leader of mankind progress
All the armies that have ever marched
All the navies that have ever sailed
All the parliaments that have ever sat
All the kings that ever reigned put together
Have not affected the life of mankind on earth -

As powerfully, as that
One Solitary Life.
~ Dr. James Allan/ c.1926 

~ Beannaichte'
7 December, 2016

Monday, November 28, 2016

"Dark Night"

~Where there is sorrow
there is Holy Ground.

~Oscar Wilde

       On the surface you may be amiable and flexible, but in your Dark Night you may discover the very important ingredient of toughness.  Oscar Wilde provides a good example.  He was a brilliant man who played the role of society's fool and fop.  He dressed as a dandy and had the reputation of being an expert on superficial style. But he was actually nothing of the sort.  Wilde was a thoughtful and religious man, a man of principle who spent years in jail simply on account of his homosexuality.  From prison he wrote one of the most remarkable testaments ever written, De Profundis (Out of the Depths), a letter any person suffering a Dark Night might appreciate. The letter is apropos of our theme:

       I have been in prison for nearly two years. Out of my nature has come wild despair; an abandonment to grief;...terrible and impotent rage;  bitterness and scorn; anguish that wept aloud; misery that could find no voice; sorrow that was dumb...
       Now I find hidden somewhere away in my nature something that tells me nothing in the whole world is meaningless, and suffering least of all.  That something hidden away in my nature, like a treasure in a field, is humility.

~Thomas Moore/
Oscar Wilde

28 November, 2016

~Oscar Wilde's 'De Profundis' can be found in its entirety, on the Internet, at various sites. It is a spendid essay, and  well worth the reading, especially if you are experiencing  Dark Nights of the Soul.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

"The Invitation"

doesn't interest me 
what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
 and if you dare to dream
of meeting your Heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how olde you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for Love,
for your Dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.
 It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have Touched the centre 
of your own Sorrow,
if you have been opened by Life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know 
if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own,
without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know 
if you can be with Joy,
mine or your own,
if you can dance with Wilderness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful,
be realistic,
or to remember the limitations 
of being Human.
It doesn't interest me if the story
 you're telling me is true.
I want to know
if you can disappoint  another to be True to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray
Your own Soul.

~Oriah Mountain Dreamer

5 November, 2016

Sunday, October 30, 2016

" A Mother's Prayer"

~ A Child is born,
Into a world unknown;
A world of beauty, love, and sorrow,
This Child has yet no knowledge of life;
Nor has he fear of tomorrow.

Each day his eyes that watch the Morning Star,
They seem to gain more brightness;
His reaching out into the dark,
Will turn the dark to lightness.

My Heart forever I will share with him,
As I watch over him day by day;
The night Silvered and Silent, watches him rest,
Yet, still I watch over him, and silently pray.

He will wander through life unknowingly,
Many times he will stumble and fall;
But like all of us, yes, all of us,
He will stand again, preparing for the next fall.

My Son, there are so many words to say,
Yet only by living You shall know;
Your Peace of Mind, will feed your Heart,
And only by this can You strongly grow.

~ Alicia O'Hara  c.
30 October, 2016 

Tuesday, October 11, 2016


~ Having
Experienced the Pain
of a
Broken Wing,
and having been Healed
by the Mysterious Mercy of God,
we then Fly,
with a
11 October, 2016

Saturday, October 1, 2016

"Autumn Prayer"

Loving God,
I come to you in Thanksgiving,
knowing that Your Love 
never fails.
In Faith and Love, help me to do Your will.
I am listening, Lord God.
Speak your words 
into the depth of my Soul,
that I may hear You clearly.
I offer to You this day all the facets of my Life,
whether at home, at work,
or at school-
to be patient, to be merciful,
to be generous,
and to be Holy.
Give me the Wisdom and Insight
to understand Your will for me;
and the fervor to fulfull my good intentions.
I offer my Gifts of time,
talent, and possessions, to You
and my neighbor.
Help me to reach out to others,
as You, my God,
have reached out
to me.


1 October, 2016

Sunday, September 25, 2016

"Don't Lose Me in Your Love"

~ Hold me close, but  not  to tightly.
Talk to me, but  hear  my voice.
Warm me, but  do not  smother my dreams.
Cool me, but  do not  freeze my mind.
Protect me, but  do not  stifle my learning.
Help me, but  do not  forget my abilities.
Don't let me be lonely, but accept  when I need to be alone.
Be my love, but  allow  me to be myself.


~ Beannaichte'
25 September, 2016  

Thursday, September 1, 2016

"Seedroot Visions"

~  In my Life, I never know what is going to transpire. Seeds of possibilities fly like the milkweed pod bursting open, releasing a thousand White Wing Wishes on a blustery autumn wind. Storms for these podmates only dare their bold flights to reach further distances. Touching down to Earth, these seedroot visions Grow even through hard cement cracks or abandoned fields of Dreams. ~Waiting for their bloom, the Monarch Butterflies find the tender shoots in the sidewalks or empty meadows because Life cannot resist itself and there is a Hunger for the Mother's milk Nature gives. There amidst the underbellies of the soft green leaf, a caterpillar Knows.  She Knows. She spins a cocoon streaked with Gold more Precious than metal, for an oncoming Metamorphosis no one can yet see, yet alone believe.  ~ You and I are Spinning for the Future with our Hands. ~ We Know, that it is Time and We are Ready, though we may not yet know how.

1 September, 2016

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

"Shadow and Light"

~ For Sharon: I Remember...I Remember.

When the Night is still
And the Sea is calm
Lonely Shadow, you fall on me

Lay by my side
Fear Not tonight
Lonely Shadow, you  find a new Light

Dream a Dream
And see through Angel's eyes
A Place where we can fly away 

Ride with me upon a Shiny Star
Above the Moonlit  Sky
We will find Elysium

Hear the Nightingale
Sing a Lullaby
Lonely Shadow, you'll  find a new Light

Dawn will be Kind
All will be Bright,
Lonely Shadow,  run  Free  from the Darkness

Dream a Dream
And see through Angel's eyes
A Place where we can fly away.  


 23 August,2016  

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

"Edge of Light"

 have come to
the Edge of the Light
You Know
and are about to
Set Off
into the Darkness
of the 
is Knowing
that One of Two Things
will Happen~
there will be
to Stand On,
will be Taught


 9 August, 2016

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

" Olympians"

~ Courage
Doesn't  Always Roar.
Courage is the Quiet Voice
at the End of the Day
"I will try again,
~ Unknown
 2 August, 2016

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

"The Great Circle"

You have noticed
 that everything an Indian
 does is in a Circle,
 and that is because
the Power of the World
always works
in Circles,
and everything
 tries to be Round.

In the old days
 when we were  a strong
and happy people,
all our Power came to us,
from the Sacred Hoop of the Nation,
and so long as the Hoop
was Unbroken
the people flourished.

The Flowering Tree 
was the Living Center
of the Hoop,
and the Circle of the Four Quarters
nourished it.
The East gave Peace and Light,
the South gave Warmth,
the West gave Rain,
and the North
with its cold and mighty Wind
gave Strength and

The Knowledge
comes to us from
the Outer World with our Religion.
Everything the Power 
of the World does
in a Circle.
The Sky is Round,
and I heard that the Earth is Round
like a Ball,
and so are the Stars.

The Wind
in its greatest Power, 
Birds make their nests
in Circles,
for theirs is the same Religion
as ours.
The Sun comes forth
and goes down in a Circle.
The Moon does the same,
and both are Round.

Even the Seasons
form a good Circle
and always come back again
  to where they were.
The life of people 
is in a Circle,
from Childhood to Childhood,
and so it is
in Everything
where Power Moves.

Our teepees
were Round like the nests
of birds,
and they were always
set in a Circle,
the Nation's Hoop,
and a Nest of many Nests,
where the Great Spirit Meant for us
to raise our Children.

~Black Elk;
 (Hehaka Sapa)
December 1863-August 1950
Holy Man,
Oglala Lakota (Sioux)

 27 July, 2016

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

"The Birthright"

We were born
In country places,
Far from cities
And shifting faces.

We have a Birthright
No man can sell,
And a secret Joy
No man can tell.

For We are Kindred
To Lordly things,
The wild duck's flight
And the white owl wings.
To pike and salmon,
To bull and horse,
The curlew's cry
And the smell of gorse.

Pride of trees
Swiftness of streams,
Magic of frost
Have shaped our Dreams:
No baser Vision
Their Spirit fills,
Who Walk by Right
On the naked Hills.

~Eiluned Lewis

 19 July, 2016