Saturday, April 13, 2013


Prayer is a poem you utter to Life. Little else reveals so unerringly who and what you are. That which fills your prayers bares your soul. Are your prayers supplications? Litanies? Tirades? Are they guilt-ridden? Judgmental? Self-righteous? Nothing stirs the Creators heart quite as much as truth, save love. Therefore, let your prayers be loving truth. An honest accounting that you don't know everything, but are learning. That your actions have not all been exemplary, but you are trying. That the world can be overwhelming...and if you didn't cling to some paltry, inconsequential tenet, you fear you'd fly off the face of the planet. In spite of that terror, however, you wish to be penetrated; pierced to the core of your being by your own authenticity. I say to you if your invocations bear similarities, you have no need of prayer. Your very life is one.

Book of Padrac: Section 2 Discourse 11

Friday, April 12, 2013


For a change of pace, see how often you feel compelled to talk today. Rather than meeting the customary "good morning" with a perfunctory response, make eye contact and smile instead. When you find yourself engaged in conversation, see how often a nod of the head will suffice rather than usurping the conversation with your own anecdote. Evaluate how often you stop listening while formulating an answer in your head. See how silence affects you.

I have begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own. ~Chaim Potok  The Chosen

In the attitude of silence the soul finds the path in a clearer light, and what is elusive and deceptive resolves itself into crystal clearness. ~Mahatma Gandhi

Monday, April 8, 2013

Sacred Feminine

       Brigid's Gloaming

The sky was inflamed tonight
A crimson, tangerine dream
Of a sunset...

It outlined and framed
A herd of birds
Who appeared (Exploded)
To cut and carve
Dip and dart
Over and through
The twilight embers

I heard a tree tonight
A silent, singing silhouette
Sharing springs essence
Of being (Zing!)
I felt Creations heartbeat
Strum through me
And the tree
As I thought of you

My heart was inflamed tonight...