Living long, a long Wye,roots exposed by tide,limbs held out wide. A reservoir of memories,rings to mark the grieving,the budding, the leaving. And the years lean over,gather weight and force,longing to return to source. Down in the Spring waters,Raised up after Fall,Split open for all. Ah, smell the Red Oak!Now fully open in the sun,see […]
My friends the fronds they sweep my heart away as I listen to what they say. Soft tails, gold and copper, wave like souls set free. My frondy friends wrap their arms around me, whisper in my ear, if only I could hear. I love theses wild grasses, how they thrive in fierce fields, with
light streams through stained glass longings lit colors flash upon wood onto stone the interface spirit and matter shadow and light sorrow and joy on the Altar of sacrifice we give thanks!
Written for my Irish friends Like streams on the Mourne slopes, we merge round rock and turf, and descend together into still waters. Like migratory birds we return to this table of friendship, to tell our stories, to remind ourselves of who we are. We are hard-wired to feast in this field together. Time stills
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Does God really need us to remind him of how great he is? Is God an ego maniac that hungers and thirsts for our worship in order to slake His cosmic thirst? Is God absent minded such that He often forgets our needs and will not answer us unless we constantly remind him with our
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The four last things: heaven, hell, judgement, and death are to be reflected upon with love, not fear. How can we do this? Heaven is the easy one, the ultimate expression of God’s love is that he desires to spend eternity with us. Hell is ultimately about our refusal to accept God’s love. God never
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My dear ones keep departing and taking pieces of me with them and I remain torn, tossed, foot unsteady in their vacuous wake. How can a person be so animated in body, with eyes so radiant, and so connected to me, and then just blown out like the flame of a candle? In my bones
The landscape here is by far the most beautiful in all my travels. Steep rocky cliffs, broad sandy beaches, thick tufts of spongy green turf, wild flowers-blue, yellow, violet. The streams are flowing from field, over rock paths and out to the sea. Sitting by the cliff edge there is a grand silence cut only
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We left Bangor at 9AM. Our first stop: The Grey Abby. Founded in 1149. Gothic arches, roofless ruins, sculptured memorials to men who gave entire lives to prayer. On the road down the Ards peninsula toward Portaferry The mud flats at low tide in the lough are shimmering in the sun like glazing on pastry.
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The Seed of Baptism When a new baby is announced it is a moment of incredible joy and wonder. We look at the little face and the miniature features and we are in awe. Why? Perhaps we are in awe of how everything is present in the little bundle, all the genetic material is there
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