" Strange Angels and Sleeping Giants"

   

       ~ Drum sounds rise on the air,

and with them , my Heart.

  A Voice inside the beat says,

I know you are tired,

but come,

This is the Way.

~Rumi

        Over and over, we are broken on the shore of Life. Our stubborn egos are knocked around, and our frightened Hearts are broken open- not once, and not in predictable patterns, but in surprising ways and for as long as we live.  The Promise of being broken and the possibility of being opened are written into the contract of human Life. Certainly, this tumultuous Journey on the Waves can be tiresome. When the Sea is rough, and when we are suffering, we may want to give  up Hope and give in to despair.  But brave Pilgrims have gone before us.  They tell us to venture forth with Faith and Vision.

       May you listen to the Voice within the beat even when you are tired.  When you feel yourself breaking down, may you break open, instead.  May every experience in Life be a door that opens your Heart, expands your understanding, and leads you to Freedom.  If you are weary, may you be aroused by Passion and Purpose.  If you are blameful and bitter, may you be sweetened by Hope and Humour.  If you are frightened, may you be Emboldened by a big Consciousness far Wiser than your fear.  If you are lonely, may you find Love, may you find Friendship.  If you are lost, may you understand that we all are lost, and still we are guided- by Strange Angels and Sleeping Giants, by our better and kinder Natures, by the vibrant Voice within the beat.  May you follow that Voice, for This is the Way- the Hero's Journey, the Life worth Living, the reason we are here.

~Elizabeth Lesser

U.S.A.

~Beannaichte'
29 October, 2017

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A Dance As Old As Tears †

"Genius"

~ Genius

is

Born

Not

Paid.

~ Oscar Wilde

Ireland

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20 October, 2017

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"Dovetail"

~The Future has an Ancient Heart.

~Carlo Levi 

                                   

     The Seasons have once again, Dovetailed                    

Summer and Autumn join their place in the circle 

The Harvest Moon blesses their union with  her lantern   

The stars join in the Autumnal Celebration

A Season that is authored by the Great God 

A time that is meant for the weary  Heart

The loyal and transparent Heart-
One that is true.

The Sky is open and incredibly vast on the Plains

 There is seemingly  no beginning and no end

The Horizon has no boundaries 

Freedom is part and parcel of this Land

 A simple understanding remains; a resolve to respect 
That which is ancient-

That which is true.

The Nights have become much cooler

The air heavy with scent and sound of Harvest

Crops await  to be sheared by massive steel blades

  Harvesting  that which was born of seed, soil, sun and rain, 

 Nurtured by callused hands

 Simple prayers, baptized in sweat-

Tried and True. .


Autumn is a time for work and reflection
Before Dovetailing with the next season
The Circle embraces a renewed wholeness
 Each Season projecting its unique personality
Rooted in the Ancient, while welcoming the new
The Past skillfully assimilates the Future-
  Trusted and True.


Here, we live by the cycles of each Season
Close to the land and the open sky
Revering the rivers and streams
Knowing that rock, wildflower, and prairie grass
 Form a Plains Cathedral
Beneath the Prairie Sky-
 Sacred and True.


The Harvest Moon, now, slowly waning 
Preparing the way for the Hunter's Moon
Each Season,  guided by Circular movement 
 Her lantern, Blessing trail and traveler, alike
Bringing forth a fruitful Harvest
 Always Dovetailing-
  The Heart That is True.
 

~ Alicia O'Hara 
~ Copyrighted material; 28 September, 2013
~ 9 October, 2017

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" Return to Love"

~ Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.  Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.  It is our Light, that most frightens us.  We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?  Actually ,who are you not to be?  You are a child of God.  Your playing small does not serve the world.  There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won't feel insecure around you.  We are meant to Shine, as children do.  We were born to make manifest the Glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.  And as we let our own light Shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.  As we are liberated  from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

~ Marianne Williamson

U.S.A.

 

 ~ Beannaichte'

3 September, 2017

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"Vietnam"

...love knows not its own depth
until the hour of separation.

~Kahlil Gibran

The bond between us

was as strong as any tie that binds

the hearts and minds of men and women.

But men are taught,

Don't speak of love,

when speaking of another man.

You must uphold the image

of your masculinity.

And so it was, with Tom and me.

As only men express their love,

he'd slug my arm and slap my back.

I'd answer with a gentle shove.

A few years back, Tom breathed his last,

somewhere in Vietnam.

I cried alone, where no men could see,

with no one there to slug my arm.

I loved that guy, so help me God.

I wish that I had told him so.

~Randy Jaroch

U.S.A.

~Beannaichte'

5 August, 2017

~ In Memory of Jim Connor.  ~ Safe Journey, my friend.  ~ We Remember... We Remember.

" Great Plains Prayer "

Bless us, Oh Lord, 

and this our Jell-O. Our corn,

and steaks and kolaches.

Our heat indexes. Our wind chills.

Our sunsets and horizons.

Our endless waves of grain and grass.

Our ancestors who started out

for the coast but stopped half-way.

Our nostalgia for their calico,

their sod, their olde homesteads.

Our denial of the meth labs

that have taken their place.

Bless our perseverance.

Our unerring politeness.

Our red state politeness

and our white, white bread.

Bless our dubious status

as tornado alley or flyover zone

and bless all those who fly over,

as well as those of us who, out of

choice or necessity or inertia -

forgive us, we know not why  or what

we've done - but, by God, stayed.

~ Grace Bauer

(1952-    ) 

U.S.A.

~ Beannaichte'

17 July, 2017

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