A Prayer for You

Notes ♡ Group Prayer Schedule

18-06-26

A Prayer For You is on creation vacation for July and August, 2018.  Please continue to send your prayers.  

For now, here is a beautiful poem by Rainer Maria Rilke called "Untitled [Do you still remember: falling stars]" along with  the summer group prayer schedule.  

Wishing you a wonderful summer wherever you are.  Love, blessings, and joy!  See you in the Fall.  ♡

Untitled [Do you still remember: falling stars]

Do you still remember: falling stars,

how they leapt slantwise through the sky

like horses over suddenly held-out hurdles

of our wishes—did we have so many?—

for stars, innumerable, leapt everywhere;

almost every gaze upward became

wedded to the swift hazard of their play,

and our heart felt like a single thing

beneath that vast disintegration of their brilliance—

and was whole, as if it would survive them!

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SUMMER GROUP PRAYER SCHEDULE

Sunday, July  15 , 2018 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  Topic: acceptance

Sunday, August  12 , 2018 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  Topic: joy

18-06-14

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on  Sunday, June 17, 2018 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: compassion.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on compassion.  The overall vibrations are of self-love.  Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me as we pray for compassion.

18-06-07

I am inspired today to count the many blessings in my life.  I choose to feel gratitude for everything - no matter how big or small.  I bless it all.  Here is "Blessings" by Jay Parini. Sending love to you always.  

Blessings

Blessings for these things:

the dandelion greens I picked in summer

and would douse with vinegar and oil

at grandma’s little house in Pennsylvania,

near the river. Or the small potatoes

she would spade to boil and butter,

which I ate like fruit with greasy fingers.

Blessings for my friend, thirteen

that summer when we prayed by diving from a cliff

on Sunday mornings in the church

of mud and pebbles, foam and moss.

I will not forget the fizz and tingle,

sunning in wet skin on flat, cool rocks,

so drenched in summer.

And for you, my love, blessings

for the times we lay so naked in a bed

without the sense of turbulence or tides.

I could just believe the softness of our skin,

those sheets like clouds,

how when the sunlight turned to roses,

neither of us dared to move or breathe.

Blessings on these things and more:

the rivers and the houses full of light,

the bitter weeds that taste like sun,

dirt-sweetened spuds,

the hard bright pebbles, spongy mosses,

lifting of our bodies into whiffs of cloud,

all sleep-warm pillows in the break of dawn.

source

18-05-28

Thinking/feeling compassion and forgiveness - starting with myself.  Love is always the better feeling. Here is "Her Kind" by Anne Sexton. Enjoy. ♡

Her Kind

I have gone out, a possessed witch,

haunting the black air, braver at night;

dreaming evil, I have done my hitch

over the plain houses, light by light:

lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.

A woman like that is not a woman, quite.

I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,

filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,

closets, silks, innumerable goods;

fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:

whining, rearranging the disaligned.

A woman like that is misunderstood.

I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,

waved my nude arms at villages going by,

learning the last bright routes, survivor

where your flames still bite my thigh

and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.

A woman like that is not ashamed to die.

I have been her kind.

Source

18-05-16

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, May 27, 2018 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: forgiveness

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on forgiveness.  The overall vibrations are of self-love and compassion. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me as we pray for forgiveness.

18-05-10

My goal: to make compassion possible (whatever it takes).  Today, I have no tolerance for anything that isn't unconditionally loving.   I choose compassion.  I choose forgiveness.  Will you join me?  Here is Meredith Stricker's "pleiades choreographic  [excerpt]." Loving me.  Loving you.  Loving ALL energies. ♡

pleiades choreographic [excerpt]

The theme is forgiveness, the theme is justice

(deferred, delayed, obtained). The theme is rejoicing

alternating with suffering (watercourse, torrent)

Harrowing the fields. Beauty (bound to a thing, entangled)

Making compassion possible

The lyre, lyric (our thirst--ζιφοσ). To frighten away

(chase, reject). A thicket of reeds (δονακευς)

Kindling a fire

What moves through the human body

Before and after the discovery of electricity.

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18-05-03

Thinking, feeling the mystery of love.  Here is "A Love Song" by William Carlos Williams.  Sending you love and more love and more love, on and on into the infinity that we are.  ♡

A Love Song

What have I to say to you

When we shall meet?

Yet—

I lie here thinking of you.

The stain of love

Is upon the world.

Yellow, yellow, yellow,

It eats into the leaves,

Smears with saffron

The horned branches that lean

Heavily

Against a smooth purple sky.

There is no light—

Only a honey-thick stain

That drips from leaf to leaf

And limb to limb

Spoiling the colours

Of the whole world.

I am alone.

The weight of love

Has buoyed me up

Till my head

Knocks against the sky.

See me!

My hair is dripping with nectar—

Starlings carry it

On their black wings.

See, at last

My arms and my hands

Are lying idle.

How can I tell

If I shall ever love you again

As I do now?

Source

18-04-26

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, May 13, 2018 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: divine feminine.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on feeling love and appreciation for the divine feminine and all the women in your life.  The overall vibrations are of compassion, self-love, and forgiveness. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer for divine feminine energies.

18-04-19

I am dreaming of kindness today, and the beauty of sharing the simple depths of self with the other.  Here is "The Kindness" by Jan Beatty.  May we all feel aware of our eternal togetherness.  May we all see ourselves in the other.  Sending love and kind thoughts your way. ♡

The Kindness

                       Banff, Alberta

The mother elk and 2 babies are sniffing

the metal handle of the bear-proof trash bin.

I remember the instructions for city people:

3 football fields of space between you &
the elk if their babies are with them.

I’m backing up slowly,

watching the calves run into each other

as they bend to eat grass/look up

at the mother at the same time.

The caramel color of their coat,

the sloping line of their small snouts &

I want to hold that beauty,

steal it for me,

but I’m only on football field # 2 & walking

into the woods past the lodge pole pines.

Their fragility, their awkward bumping

opens me to a long ago time—

            a hand on the door,

            I was walking in

to the psych hospital in Pittsburgh,

feeling broken and stripped down—

            a hand on the door

            from around my body

& I looked up to see the body

of a man, who said:

Let me get that for you—

            a hand on the door

            & the bottom of me

            dropped/

I couldn’t breathe for the kindness.

I couldn’t say how deep that went

for me.

I had been backing up, awkward/

I had been blind to my own beauty.

Source

18-04-12

Good morning, Friends.  Please find below more words to welcome spring.  I love the line "changing everything carefully."  Here is "Spring is like a perhaps hand" by e.e. cummings.  Enjoy!

Spring is like a perhaps hand 

(which comes carefully 

out of Nowhere)arranging 

a window,into which people look(while 

people stare

arranging and changing placing 

carefully there a strange 

thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps 

Hand in a window 

(carefully to 

and fro moving New and 

Old things,while 

people stare carefully 

moving a perhaps 

fraction of flower here placing 

an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

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18-04-05

Reflecting on Springtime, and persistence.  Here is Ada Limón's "Instructions on Not Giving Up."  In-joy, my friends, and happy spring wherever you are.  

Instructions on Not Giving Up

More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out

of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s

almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving

their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate

sky of Spring rains, it’s the greening of the trees

that really gets to me. When all the shock of white

and taffy, the world’s baubles and trinkets, leave

the pavement strewn with the confetti of aftermath,

the leaves come. Patient, plodding, a green skin

growing over whatever winter did to us, a return

to the strange idea of continuous living despite

the mess of us, the hurt, the empty. Fine then,

I’ll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf

unfurling like a fist to an open palm, I’ll take it all.

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18-03-28

I keep coming back to this poem lately.  Besides the obvious perfection of these words, I'm not quite sure why this poem continues to roll around inside of me.  However, I am deeply grateful for the mystery at play within myself.  Also, took this as a sign to post it.  Perhaps you feel the same way?  Here is "Respect" by Melissa Studdard. Thankyou Melissa, for  this comforting and curious creation.  Love and blessings to  all.

Respect

Because her body is winter inside a cave

because someone built

fire there and forgot to put it out

because bedtime is a castle

she’s building inside herself

with a moat

and portcullis

and buckets full of mist

because when you let go

the reins

horses

tumble over cliffs and turn

into moths before hitting bottom

because their hooves leave streaks of midnight

in the sky

because stuffed rabbits

are better at keeping secrets

than stopping hands

because when the world got

shoved up inside her

she held it tight like a kegel ball

and wondered

at the struggle Atlas had

carrying such a tiny thing

on his back

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18-03-21

Dreaming, sensing,  spring in all its beauty and splendor.   I love feeling into the spirit of the earth this time of year. I hope you enjoy William Carlos Williams'  "Spring and All [By the road to the contagious hospital]."  And, I hope you enjoy spring wherever you are.  Love and blessing to you.  

Spring and All [By the road to the contagious hospital]

I

By the road to the contagious hospital

under the surge of the blue

mottled clouds driven from the

northeast-a cold wind.  Beyond, the

waste of broad, muddy fields

brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen

patches of standing water

the scattering of tall trees

All along the road the reddish

purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy

stuff of bushes and small trees

with dead, brown leaves under them

leafless vines-

Lifeless in appearance, sluggish

dazed spring approaches-

They enter the new world naked,

cold, uncertain of all

save that they enter.  All about them

the cold, familiar wind-

Now the grass, tomorrow

the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf

One by one objects are defined-

It quickens:  clarity, outline of leaf

But now the stark dignity of

entrance-Still, the profound change

has come upon them:  rooted, they

grip down and begin to awaken

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18-03-15

I am inspired by a recent prayer request for truth and honesty.  Here is Kaveh Akbar's "What Seems Like Joy".  So grateful for these vulnerable words.  They are openings for us all.  Blessings and love to you always.  

What Seems Like Joy

how much history is enough history     before we can agree

to flee our daycares      to wash everything away and start over

leaving laptops to be lost in the wet along with housecats and Christ’s

own mother      even a lobster climbs away from its shell a few

times a life      but every time I open my eyes I find

I am still inside myself     each epiphany dull and familiar

oh now I am barefoot       oh now I am lighting the wrong end

of a cigarette     I just want to be shaken new like a flag whipping

away its dust     want to pull out each of my teeth

and replace them with jewels     I’m told what seems like joy

is often joy     that the soul lives in the throat plinking

like a copper bell       I’ve been so young for so many years

it’s all starting to jumble together     joy jeweling copper   

its plink      a throat    sometimes I feel beautiful and near dying

like a feather on an arrow shot through a neck     other times

I feel tasked only with my own soreness      like a scab on the roof

of a mouth      my father believed in gardens      delighting

at burying each thing in its potential for growth     some years

the soil was so hard the water seeped down slower than the green

seeped up     still he’d say if you’re not happy in your own yard

you won’t be happy anywhere      I’ve never had a yard but I’ve had apartments

where water pipes burst above my head      where I’ve scrubbed

a lover’s blood from the kitchen tile       such cleaning

takes so much time you expect there to be confetti at the end    

what we’ll need in the next life      toothpaste      party hats

and animal bones      every day people charge out of this world    

squealing       good-bye human behavior!      so long acres

of germless chrome!      it seems gaudy for them to be so cavalier

with their bliss      while I’m still here lurching into my labor

hanging by my hair from the roof of a chapel      churchlight thickening

around me     or wandering into the woods to pull apart eggshells     emptying

them in the dirt      then sewing them back together to dry in the sun

18-03-07

Contemplating the phrase from this poem: "nothing can hurt you."  Nothing can hurt me.  I am feeling love instead. Do you want to join me?  Here is "A Myth of Devotion" by Louise Glück.  In-joy!  In love!

A Myth of Devotion

When Hades decided he loved this girl

he built for her a duplicate of earth,

everything the same, down to the meadow,

but with a bed added.

Everything the same, including sunlight,

because it would be hard on a young girl

to go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness

Gradually, he thought, he’d introduce the night,

first as the shadows of fluttering leaves.

Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars.

Let Persephone get used to it slowly.

In the end, he thought, she’d find it comforting.

A replica of earth

except there was love here.

Doesn’t everyone want love?

He waited many years,

building a world, watching

Persephone in the meadow.

Persephone, a smeller, a taster.

If you have one appetite, he thought,

you have them all.

Doesn’t everyone want to feel in the night

the beloved body, compass, polestar,

to hear the quiet breathing that says

I am alive, that means also

you are alive, because you hear me,

you are here with me. And when one turns,

the other turns—

That’s what he felt, the lord of darkness,

looking at the world he had

constructed for Persephone. It never crossed his mind

that there’d be no more smelling here,

certainly no more eating.

Guilt? Terror? The fear of love?

These things he couldn’t imagine;

no lover ever imagines them.

He dreams, he wonders what to call this place.

First he thinks: The New Hell. Then: The Garden.

In the end, he decides to name it

Persephone’s Girlhood.

A soft light rising above the level meadow,

behind the bed. He takes her in his arms.

He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you

but he thinks

this is a lie, so he says in the end

you’re dead, nothing can hurt you

which seems to him

a more promising beginning, more true.

source

18-02-23

Inspired and uplifted today by this poem by Cortney Lamar Charleston called “I’m Rooting for Everybody Black.” With love and blessing to everyone, in joy!             

 “I’m Rooting for Everybody Black”  

                                                   —Issa Rae

Everybody Black is my hometown team. Everybody Black 

dropped the hottest album of the year, easy. Everybody Black 

is in this show, so I’m watching. Everybody Black is in this movie, 

so I’m watching. Everybody Black wore it better, tell the truth. 

Everybody Black’s new book was beautiful. How you don’t 

know about Everybody Black?! Everybody Black mad 

underrated. Everybody Black remind me of someone I know. 

I love seeing Everybody Black succeed. I hope Everybody Black 

get elected. Everybody Black deserves the promotion more than 

anybody. I want Everybody Black to find somebody special. 

Everybody Black is good peoples. Everybody Black been through 

some things. Everybody Black don’t get the credit they’re due. I met 

Everybody Black once and they were super chill and down-to-earth. 

I believe in Everybody Black. There’s something about Everybody Black.

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18-02-14

In honour of love, in every manifestation.  For the ways we know love to be, and for unknown of love, which we are still in the process of accepting and trusting.  Today, let's make it safe to surrender to love in all it's many forms.  I hope you also enjoy this poem by Donika Kelly called "The moon rose over the bay. I had a lot of feelings."

The moon rose over the bay. I had a lot of feelings.

I am taken with the hot animal

of my skin, grateful to swing my limbs

 

and have them move as I intend, though

my knee, though my shoulder, though something

is torn or tearing. Today, a dozen squid, dead

 

on the harbor beach: one mostly buried,

one with skin empty as a shell and hollow

 

feeling, and, though the tentacles look soft,

I do not touch them. I imagine they

were startled to find themselves in the sun.

 

I imagine the tide simply went out

without them. I imagine they cannot

 

feel the black flies charting the raised hills

of their eyes. I write my name in the sand:

Donika Kelly. I watch eighteen seagulls

 

skim the sandbar and lift low in the sky.

I pick up a pebble that looks like a green egg.

 

To the ditch lily I say I am in love.

To the Jeep parked haphazardly on the narrow

street I am in love. To the roses, white

 

petals rimmed brown, to the yellow lined

pavement, to the house trimmed in gold I am

 

in love. I shout with the rough calculus

of walking. Just let me find my way back,

let me move like a tide come in.

Source 

18-02-07

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, February 11, 2018 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: unity consciousness.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on feeling one with all energies  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self-love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer for our togetherness.

18-01-31

I love the sweetness and simplicity conveyed in this poem.  I hope you enjoy it too.  Here is "I Cannot Be Quiet an Hour" by Mary Ruefle. Love to you!

I Cannot Be Quiet an Hour

I begin

to talk to violets.

Tears fall into my soup

and I drink them. 

Sooner or later

everyone donates something. 

I carry wood, stone, and 

hay in my head. 

The eyes of the violets

grow very wide. 

At the end of the day

I reglue the broken foot

of the china shepherd

who has put up with me.

Next door, in the house

of the clock-repairer,

a hundred clocks tick

at once. He and his wife

go about their business

sleeping peacefully at night.

source

18-01-24

A poem for you today called "What Seems Like Joy" by Kaveh Akbar.  I love the truth and honesty.  I love how each of us naturally has a unique persepctive we are urged to bring forth and share with the world.  I love the call to release the old so as to venture into the unknown of a future we are always in the process of creating.  Thank you for creating with me.  I am so grateful for our togetherness.

What Seems Like Joy

how much history is enough history     before we can agree

to flee our daycares      to wash everything away and start over

leaving laptops to be lost in the wet along with housecats and Christ’s

own mother      even a lobster climbs away from its shell a few

times a life      but every time I open my eyes I find

I am still inside myself     each epiphany dull and familiar

oh now I am barefoot       oh now I am lighting the wrong end

of a cigarette     I just want to be shaken new like a flag whipping

away its dust     want to pull out each of my teeth

and replace them with jewels     I’m told what seems like joy

is often joy     that the soul lives in the throat plinking

like a copper bell       I’ve been so young for so many years

it’s all starting to jumble together     joy jeweling copper   

its plink      a throat    sometimes I feel beautiful and near dying

like a feather on an arrow shot through a neck     other times

I feel tasked only with my own soreness      like a scab on the roof

of a mouth      my father believed in gardens      delighting

at burying each thing in its potential for growth     some years

the soil was so hard the water seeped down slower than the green

seeped up     still he’d say if you’re not happy in your own yard

you won’t be happy anywhere      I’ve never had a yard but I’ve had apartments

where water pipes burst above my head      where I’ve scrubbed

a lover’s blood from the kitchen tile       such cleaning

takes so much time you expect there to be confetti at the end    

what we’ll need in the next life      toothpaste      party hats

and animal bones      every day people charge out of this world    

squealing       good-bye human behavior!      so long acres

of germless chrome!      it seems gaudy for them to be so cavalier

with their bliss      while I’m still here lurching into my labor

hanging by my hair from the roof of a chapel      churchlight thickening

around me     or wandering into the woods to pull apart eggshells     emptying

them in the dirt      then sewing them back together to dry in the sun

source

18-01-08

A 'little prayer' for you today by Danez Smith.  May all of 2018 be as elegant and profoud.  Best wishes to you today and always. ♡

little prayer

let ruin end here

 

let him find honey

where there was once a slaughter

 

let him enter the lion’s cage

& find a field of lilacs

 

let this be the healing

& if not   let it be

 source

17-12-21

Happy holidays everyone!  Much love to you and yours.  I am so grateful for our toegetherness.  See you again in the new year.  ♡

17-12-14

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, December 25, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: oneness

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on feeling one with all energies  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self-love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer for our togetherness.

17-12-05

Reflecting today on these powerful words of Rolling Thunder.  Thank you for being here.  Thank you for your loving presence. 

“The most basic principle of all is that of not harming others, and that includes all people and all life and all things.  It means not controlling or manipulating others, not trying to manage their affairs.  It means not going off to some other land and killing people over there - not for religion or politics or military exercises or any other excuse.  No being has the right to harm or control any other being.  No individual or government has the right to force others to join or participate in any group or system or to force others to go to school, to church, or to war.  Every being has the right to live her/his own life in her/his own way.  Every being has an identity and a purpose.  To live up to her/his purpose, every being has the power of self-control, and that’s where spiritual power begins.  When some of these fundamental things are learned, the time will be right for more to be revealed and spiritual power will come again to this land."  

                                                   -Rolling Thunder

17-11-22

Happy Thanksgiving weekend.  To celebrate, here is  "Slowly in Prayer" by Matthew Lippman.  Much love to you this weekend and always.  

Slowly in Prayer

To be thankful for the Starbucks lady, Lucy,

who is pissed at me for asking too many questions

about my damn phone app

is one thing.

To be thankful for my wife plastering my face to the bathroom floor

with pancake batter

for missing the bus

is another thing.

I tried to be thankful for my eyes this morning

even though one of them is filled with pus

and the other with marigold juice.

Marigold juice is the stuff that comes from the flower

when you put it between your palms and rub, slowly in prayer,

even though nothing comes out.

It’s the imagined juice of God,

the thing you can’t see when you are not being thankful.

I try to be thankful for the lack of energy that is my laziness

and my lonely best friend with no wife and children

knowing I am as lonely as he

with one wife and two daughters.

Sometimes we travel five minutes to the pier in Red Hook

and it takes hours in our loneliness to know, in our thankfulness,

that if we held hands it’d be a quiet romance for the ages.

I’ll admit, I’m thankful for Justin Timberlake

because he’s better than Beethoven

and my friend Aaron

who lived in the woods with an axe and never used it once.

I try hard to forget love,

to abandon love,

so that one day I will actually be able to love.

Until then, I am thankful that Lucy wanted to spit in my coffee,

or imagined that she did,

and thanked her profusely

for showing me which buttons to push

and how to do it, with just the right amount of pressure,

the whole tips of all my fingers dancing like stars

through the blackness

of a mocha latte, black.

*source

17-11-01

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, November 05, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: peace

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on a feeling of peace.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self-love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer for peace.

17-10-27

Thank you to Alex Manley for this poem called "Numinous."  It feels like a window into my soul.  Blessings to all, and love.  

Numinous

When the pantheon crumbles, does gravity still work? 

What happens to the arcing satellites? What do you do 

when the high priests have hung up their mitres, when

the shepherd crooks have all gone straight, when the 

curtain is torn, the covenant broke, the tithes spilled all 

across the tiles? Which parishes do you frequent, whose 

statutes do you study, whose name is on your lips when 

you self-flagellate? To whom do you whisper your death

bed confession, alone in the dark, lying atop a certain hill, 

bleeding on a certain throne of thorns? What do you do 

when the sky opens? There are books about this, but 

none written from experience. Like how a baby’s first word

isn’t really its first word, just the first one that’s understood.

The process of rapprochement happens slowly, then all 

at once. Just like the apocalypse, which is unevenly 

distributed, but speeding up. Here we go. Into the breach.

17-10-20

I love how this poem calls in the light!  Here is "May Perpetual Light Shine" by Patricia Spears Jones. Let's ponder the stars embracing together.  Let's embrace each other energetically, and feel connected by our love.  ☆ ♡

May Perpetual Light Shine

We have encountered storms 

Perfect in their drench and wreck

 

Each of us bears an ornament of grief

A ring, a notebook, a ticket torn, scar

It is how humans know their kind—

 

What is known as love, what can become  

the heart’s food stored away for some future

Famine

 

Love remains a jewel in the hand, guarded

Shared fragments of earth & air   drift & despair.

 

We ponder what patterns matter other than moons and tides:

musical beats—rumba or waltz or cha cha cha

cosmic waves like batons furiously twirling

colors proclaiming sparkle of darkness

as those we love begin to delight

in the stars embracing

17-10-04

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, October 08, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: freedom to be you.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on a feeling of freedom.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self-love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we explore freedom.

17-09-27

I love this poem by JP Howard called "praise poets and their pens".  I love the soft and subtle things that soothe us, and invite us to more love.  Sending my prayers and blessings to you today and always.  

praise poets and their pens

dedicated to my 30/30 crew

praise daily poems in my inbox

how they make me laugh in one stanza,

then break my heart the next

praise how poets hold onto our first loves,

and scent of mama, now gone

praise how we nurture our child self,

gently wrap her around stanzas,

baby girl is resilient

praise our spunk and our sadness,

let our writing heal

at home, at work, in cafés, even in the ICU

praise how we hold our memories up to light,

gentle and cupped in palm of hands

praise our rough and sexy poems,

sometimes that’s all we need

fiyah in the sheets

praise bebop and jazz

how my foot taps when i

speak your poems out loud

praise power of music and mama

who played Nancy Wilson all night long,

crying behind a closed door.

praise how i wrote a new poem this week,

while my sick child laid on my lap,

because everyone needs to heal, especially mamas.

17-09-20

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, September 24, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: joy.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on a feeling of joy.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self-love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we channel joy.

17-09-12

Immense love and appreciation for this poem by Alice Oswald.  I also see myself as a variation of invisibility, visibility.  The light makes me real.  You make me real.  Thank you for being here.  Thank you for our togetherness. (Even if we can't really fully understand our connectedness most times, I feel it, and I am so grateful.) 

Full Moon

Good God! 

What did I dream last night? 

I dreamt I was the moon. 

I woke and found myself still asleep. 

It was like this: my face misted up from inside 

And I came and went at will through a little peephole. 

I had no voice, no mouth, nothing to express my trouble, 

except my shadows leaning downhill, not quite parallel. 

Something needs to be said to describe my moonlight. 

Almost frost but softer, almost ash but wholer. 

Made almost of water, which has strictly speaking 

No feature, but a kind of counter-light, call it insight. 

Like in woods, when they jostle their hooded shapes, 

Their heads congealed together, having murdered each other, 

There are moon-beings, sound-beings, such as deer and half-deer 

Passing through there, whose eyes can pierce through things. 

I was like that: visible invisible visible invisible. 

There's no material as variable as moonlight. 

I was climbing, clinging to the underneath of my bones, thinking: 

Good God! Who have I been last night?

*source

17-09-07

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, September 10, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: balance.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on balance.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self-love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we open to more balance in our lives.

17-08-31

Please find below a poem by Rumi called "This World Which Is Made Of Our Love For Emptiness."  Today I pray we are free of who we think we are so that we may open to the possibilities of emptiness.  Sending love, prayers, and blessings to you.

This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness

Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence:
This place made from our love for that emptiness!

Yet somehow comes emptiness,
this existence goes.

 Praise to that happening, over and over!
For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.

 Then one swoop, one swing of the arm,
that work is over.

Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.

 The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw
blown off into emptiness.

 These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning:
Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:

 Words and what they try to say swept
out the window, down the slant of the roof.

*source

17-08-23

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, August 27, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: acceptance.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on accepting self and others.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we channel acceptance of self and others.

17-08-16

In honour of summer flowers.  Here is "Zinnias" by Tyler Mills.  I hope you have a chance to enjoy summer blooms wherever you are.  I send you my love, always.  

Zinnias

My father’s mother grew a garden of zinnias

to divide the house from the woods:

pop art tops in every color—cream,

peach, royal purple, and even envy

(white-green, I knew, and when the pale

petals opened in early August,

I thought they’d blush like an heirloom

tomato, heir-loom, how strings of wine-dyed

wool lay over the frame of an idea,

how my cheeks look in the mirror

after a run, always the wrong

time of day, thunder rolling around the stadium

of trees, or the sun striking the boughs

with light over and over as though to plead

the green right out of the leaves,

or so it seems to me,

too sensitive, she would say, her love

scientific)—the sunburst petals

a full spectrum except for the sea

returning to you, blue, blue,

the color appearing in language only

when we could know it like a cluster of stars

in the arms of another galaxy

while ours spirals around a black hole,

and now they grow in space, in the satellite

where we live out an idea of permanence

among galactic debris, acquiring stars,

losing vision, the skin touching nothing,

the heads little suns you watch die

on the stem if you want the bloom back.

*source

17-08-09

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, August 13, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: compassion.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on compassion for self and others.  Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we channel compassion.

17-08-04

Thinking of strength of will, and endurance.  Here is Gwendolyn Brook's poem called "my dreams, my works, must wait till after hell".

my dreams, my works, must wait till after hell

I hold my honey and I store my bread

In little jars and cabinets of my will.

I label clearly, and each latch and lid

I bid, Be firm till I return from hell.

I am very hungry. I am incomplete.

And none can tell when I may dine again.

No man can give me any word but Wait,

The puny light. I keep eyes pointed in;

Hoping that, when the devil days of my hurt

Drag out to their last dregs and I resume

On such legs as are left me, in such heart

As I can manage, remember to go home,

My taste will not have turned insensitive

To honey and bread old purity could love.

*source

17-07-26

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, July 30, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: trust.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on what it feels like to trust self and others.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self-love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we open to more trusting relationships.

17-07-19

Senses and song and innocence and love.  Thank you to Moira Egan for this beautiful reflection called "Notes On A Potion".  Blessings to you. 

Notes On A Potion

Top Note: Attar of Roses

No one ever thought to bring me blush

roses before.  How can this color, so luscious, 

seem so innocent? Buttered-ivory dipped in primrose,

and they open, slow as a honeycomb.

Or the tentative blossoming of trust.

Middle Note: Sandalwood

In the dusk I stumble over roots

and shadows.  He insists, in a whisper,

that we press on.  Then he takes my hand

and teaches me the names of the flowers

in the dark of the deepest heartwood.

Base Note: Ambergris

The fluke breaks the surface smooth as grace,

or amniotic song.  Salt, sweet, water,

there are things I have grown used to

needing, but never grow used to: his arms

warm around me, the long migration home. 

*source

17-07-13

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, July 16, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: relaxation.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on relaxing body and mind.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we rest and relax.

17-07-06

I love the contemplation of prayer in this poem by Ellery Akers called "The Word That Is a Prayer." I am praying for you.  ♡  We are in this together. 

The Word That Is a Prayer

One thing you know when you say it: 

all over the earth people are saying it with you; 

a child blurting it out as the seizures take her, 

a woman reciting it on a cot in a hospital. 

What if you take a cab through the Tenderloin: 

at a street light, a man in a wool cap, 

yarn unraveling across his face, knocks at the window; 

he says, Please. 

By the time you hear what he’s saying, 

the light changes, the cab pulls away, 

and you don’t go back, though you know 

someone just prayed to you the way you pray. 

Please: a word so short 

it could get lost in the air 

as it floats up to God like the feather it is, 

knocking and knocking, and finally 

falling back to earth as rain, 

as pellets of ice, soaking a black branch, 

collecting in drains, leaching into the ground, 

and you walk in that weather every day.

*source

17-06-28

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, July 02, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: forgiveness.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on forgiving self and others.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we channel energies of forgiveness.

17-06-21

We are all one.  One air.  One love.  One energy.  Kim Addonizio says it all with this poem called "Quantum." In-joy!

Quantum

You know how hard it is sometimes just to walk on the streets downtown, how everything enters you

the way the scientists describe it—photons streaming through bodies, caroming off the air, the impenetrable brick

of buildings an illusion—sometimes you can feel how porous you are, how permeable, and the man lurching in circles

on the sidewalk, cutting the space around him with a tin can and saying Uhh! Uhhhh! Uhh! over and over

is part of it, and the one in gold chains leaning against the glass of the luggage store is, and the one who steps toward you

from his doorway, meaning to ask something apparently simple, like What’s the time, something you know

you can no longer answer; he’s part of it, the body of the world which is also yours and which keeps insisting

you recognize it. And the trouble is, you do, but it’s happening here, among the crowds and exhaust smells,

and you taste every greasy scrap of paper, the globbed spit you step over, your tongue is as thick with dirt

as though you’ve fallen on your hands and knees to lick the oil-scummed street, as sour as if you've been drinking

the piss of those men passing their bottle in the little park with its cement benches and broken fountain. And it’s no better

when you descend the steps to the Metro and some girl’s wailing off-key about her heart—your heart—

over the awful buzzing of the strings, and you hurry through the turnstile, fumbling out the money that’s passed

from how many hands into yours, getting rid of all your change except one quarter you’re sure she sees

lying blind in your pocket as you get into a car and the doors seal themselves behind you. But still it isn’t over.

Because later, when you’re home, looking out your window at the ocean, at the calm of the horizon line,

and the apple in your hand glows in that golden light that happens in the afternoon, suffusing you with something

you’re sure is close to peace, you think of the boy bagging groceries at Safeway, of how his face was flattened

in a way that was familiar—bootheel of a botched chromosome—and you remember his canceled blue eyes,

and his hands, flaking, rash-reddened, that lifted each thing and caressed it before placing it carefully

in your sack, and the monotonous song he muttered, paper or plastic, paper or plastic, his mouth slack,

a teardrop of drool at the corner; and you know he’s a part of it too, raising the fruit to your lips you look out

at the immense and meaningless blue and know you’re inside it, you realize you’re eating him now.

*source

17-06-14

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, June 18, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: self-love.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on unconditional love.  Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we love, love, love.

I am eternally grateful to you. Thank you for our togetherness.

17-06-06

In honour of spring-turning-to-summer trees, grass, flowers, sunshine, rain, and rock, I am so happy and honoured to share this wondrous planet with you.  I hope you enjoy the beauty of your environment wherever you may be.  Here is "Monadnock in Early Spring" by Amy Lowell.

Monadnock in Early Spring

Cloud-topped and splendid, dominating all

    The little lesser hills which compass thee,

    Thou standest, bright with April’s buoyancy,

Yet holding Winter in some shaded wall

Of stern, steep rock; and startled by the call

    Of Spring, thy trees flush with expectancy

    And cast a cloud of crimson, silently,

Above thy snowy crevices where fall

    Pale shrivelled oak leaves, while the snow beneath

    Melts at their phantom touch. Another year

Is quick with import. Such each year has been.

    Unmoved thou watchest all, and all bequeath

    Some jewel to thy diadem of power,

Thou pledge of greater majesty unseen.

*source

17-05-31

Today, I bring you D.H. Lawrence's poem called "Cruelty and Love".  I love the intimacy with the earth.  I love the simple beauty of nature.  Today I pray we all have a chance to be in nature today, open, intimate, and sharing in each other. Blessings to you, and love.  

Cruelty and Love

What large, dark hands are those at the window

Lifted, grasping the golden light

Which weaves its way through the creeper leaves

       To my heart's delight?

Ah, only the leaves! But in the west,

In the west I see a redness come

Over the evening's burning breast —

       — 'Tis the wound of love goes home!

The woodbine creeps abroad

Calling low to her lover:

The sun-lit flirt who all the day

Has poised above her lips in play

And stolen kisses, shallow and gay

Of pollen, now has gone away

— She woos the moth with her sweet, low word,

And when above her his broad wings hover

Then her bright breast she will uncover

And yield her honey-drop to her lover.

Into the yellow, evening glow

Saunters a man from the farm below,

Leans, and looks in at the low-built shed

Where hangs the swallow's marriage bed.

The bird lies warm against the wall.

She glances quick her startled eyes

Towards him, then she turns away

Her small head, making warm display

Of red upon the throat. His terrors sway

Her out of the nest's warm, busy ball,

Whose plaintive cry is heard as she flies

In one blue stoop from out the sties

Into the evening's empty hall.

Oh, water-hen, beside the rushes

Hide your quaint, unfading blushes,

Still your quick tail, and lie as dead,

Till the distance folds over his ominous tread.

The rabbit presses back her ears,

Turns back her liquid, anguished eyes

And crouches low: then with wild spring

Spurts from the terror of his oncoming

To be choked back, the wire ring

Her frantic effort throttling:

Piteous brown ball of quivering fears!

Ah soon in his large, hard hands she dies,

And swings all loose to the swing of his walk.

Yet calm and kindly are his eyes

And ready to open in brown surprise

Should I not answer to his talk

Or should he my tears surmise.

I hear his hand on the latch, and rise from my chair

Watching the door open: he flashes bare

His strong teeth in a smile, and flashes his eyes

In a smile like triumph upon me; then careless-wise

He flings the rabbit soft on the table board

And comes towards me: ah, the uplifted sword

Of his hand against my bosom, and oh, the broad

Blade of his hand that raises my face to applaud

His coming: he raises up my face to him

And caresses my mouth with his fingers, which still smell grim

Of the rabbit's fur! God, I am caught in a snare!

I know not what fine wire is round my throat,

I only know I let him finger there

My pulse of life, letting him nose like a stoat

Who sniffs with joy before he drinks the blood:

And down his mouth comes to my mouth, and down

His dark bright eyes descend like a fiery hood

Upon my mind: his mouth meets mine, and a flood

Of sweet fire sweeps across me, so I drown

Within him, die, and find death good.

17-05-24

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, May 28, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: harmony.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on harmony.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self-love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we channel  harmony.

17-05-16

I love this poem by Tracy K. Smith called "Don't You Wonder, Sometimes?" I agree, Bowie will never die.  None of us will ever die, really.  We live on and on and on, always being something like star dust.  Enjoy, and may the cosmic elements be with you.  

Don't You Wonder, Sometimes?

          1.

 

After dark, stars glisten like ice, and the distance they span

Hides something elemental. Not God, exactly. More like

Some thin-hipped glittering Bowie-being—a Starman

Or cosmic ace hovering, swaying, aching to make us see.

And what would we do, you and I, if we could know for sure

 

That someone was there squinting through the dust,

Saying nothing is lost, that everything lives on waiting only

To be wanted back badly enough? Would you go then,

Even for a few nights, into that other life where you

And that first she loved, blind to the future once, and happy?

 

Would I put on my coat and return to the kitchen where my

Mother and father sit waiting, dinner keeping warm on the stove?

Bowie will never die. Nothing will come for him in his sleep

Or charging through his veins. And he’ll never grow old,

Just like the woman you lost, who will always be dark-haired

 

And flush-faced, running toward an electronic screen

That clocks the minutes, the miles left to go. Just like the life

In which I’m forever a child looking out my window at the night sky

Thinking one day I’ll touch the world with bare hands

Even if it burns.

 

 

          2.

 

He leaves no tracks. Slips past, quick as a cat. That’s Bowie

For you: the Pope of Pop, coy as Christ. Like a play

Within a play, he’s trademarked twice. The hours

 

Plink past like water from a window A/C. We sweat it out,

Teach ourselves to wait. Silently, lazily, collapse happens.

But not for Bowie. He cocks his head, grins that wicked grin.

 

Time never stops, but does it end? And how many lives

Before take-off, before we find ourselves

Beyond ourselves, all glam-glow, all twinkle and gold?

 

The future isn’t what it used to be. Even Bowie thirsts

For something good and cold. Jets blink across the sky

Like migratory souls.

 

 

          3.

 

Bowie is among us. Right here

In New York City. In a baseball cap

And expensive jeans. Ducking into

A deli. Flashing all those teeth

At the doorman on his way back up.

Or he’s hailing a taxi on Lafayette

As the sky clouds over at dusk.

He’s in no rush. Doesn’t feel

The way you’d think he feels.

Doesn’t strut or gloat. Tells jokes.

 

I’ve lived here all these years

And never seen him. Like not knowing

A comet from a shooting star.

But I’ll bet he burns bright,

Dragging a tail of white-hot matter

The way some of us track tissue

Back from the toilet stall. He’s got

The whole world under his foot,

And we are small alongside,

Though there are occasions

 

When a man his size can meet

Your eyes for just a blip of time

And send a thought like SHINE

SHINE SHINE SHINE SHINE

Straight to your mind. Bowie,

I want to believe you. Want to feel

Your will like the wind before rain.

The kind everything simply obeys,

Swept up in that hypnotic dance

As if something with the power to do so

Had looked its way and said:

                                                                                   Go ahead.

17-05-10

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, May 14, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  possibility.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on infinite possibility.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self-love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we channel possibility and potential.

I am eternally grateful to you. Thank you for our togetherness.

17-05-04

Please find below a poem by Eileen Myles called "A Little Bit".  I love the contemplation of remembering.  Thinking of you, and sending love.  

A Little Bit

It’s a little bit

true that the

hole in my jacket

pocket

the breast pocket

yeah all relaxed

has a hole &

pens keep

slipping through

one’s in the lining

but this one

perched

now it’s a writing

bird

silly black out there

wants to

tell its

song. Miguel’s

book was

in the air &

I was on

a train

my feet are cold

and you wouldn’t

be in the

air so

long it doesn’t happen

like this

there’s no climate

in a plane

and I was in one

but not on

earth

my mother

is gone

each thing I do

is a little

bit wrong. I’m willing

to apologize

but they never

help it’s

just pointing

out the hole

& people

forget but I

won’t forget

you

*source

17-04-30

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, April 30, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  love for all energies.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on being reborn into unconditional love.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we channel  love.

I am eternally grateful to you. Thank you for our togetherness.

17-04-27

To celebrate fun and whimsy, and also a serious commitment to obscuring our incessant need for meaning, today I enclose for you a poem by Hugo Ball called "Karawane." Hope you enjoy! ♡

Karawane

jolifanto bambla o falli bambla

großiga m’pfa habla horem

egiga goramen

higo bloiko russula huju

hollaka hollala

anlogo bung

blago bung blago bung

bosso fataka

ü üü ü

schampa wulla wussa olobo

hej tatta gorem

eschige zunbada

wulubu ssubudu uluwu ssubudu

–umf

kusa gauma

ba–umf

 

17-04-19

Thinking, dreaming about sleep - how we heal and learn to love more and know greater compassion for self and others - all while we are turned off, resting and recharging in another dimension.  It made me think of this poem by Hart Crane called "The Harbor Dawn".  Here's to the sweetest dreams of alternate expressions of self,  and our ultimate togetherness.  I love you.  

The Harbor Dawn

Insistently through sleep - a tide of voices -

They meet you listening midway in your dream,

The long, tired sounds, fog-insulated noises:

Gongs in white surplices, beshrouded wails,

Far strum of fog horns...signals dispersed in veils.

And then a truck will lumber past the wharves

As winch engines begin throbbing on some deck;

Or a drunken stevedore's howl and thud below

Comes echoing alley-upward through dim snow.

And it they take your sleep away sometimes

They give it back again.  Soft sleeves of sound

Attend the darkling harbor, the pillowed bay;

Somewhere out there in blankness steam

Spills into steam, and wanders, washed away

- Flurried by keen fifings, eddied

Among distant chiming buoys - adrift.  The sky, 

Cool feathery fold, suspends, distills

This wavering slumber...Slowly - 

Immemorially the window, the half-covered chair

Ask nothing but this sheath of pallid air.

And you beside me, blessèd now while sirens

Sing to us, stealthily weave us into day - 

Serenely now, before day claims our eyes

Your cool arms murmurously about me lay. 

While myriad snowy hands are clustering at the panes - 

            your hands within my hands are deeds;

            my tongue upon your throat - singing

            arms close; eyes wide, undoubtful

                                      dark

                                                drink the dawn - 

             a forest shudders in your hair!

The window goes blond slowly.  Frostily clears.

From Cyclopean towers across Manhattan waters

- Tow - three bright window-eyes aglitter, disk

The sun, released - aloft with cold gulls hither.

The fog leans one last moment not he sill.

Under the mistletoe of dreams, a star - 

As though to join us at some distant hill - 

Turns in the waking west and goes to sleep.  

17-04-12

Dear Friends. I wanted to take a moment and welcome new visitors to this website.  

I am so grateful for your presence, and to be able to provide a prayer platform that is free of religious affiliation.  

This website is for anyone who is called to participate.  It is for everyone, regardless of faith or cultural background.  

This  service is devoted to freedom of expression. It exists and persists to honour each individual's unique perception of spirit.  

Thank you for being you.  Thank you for coming here.

17-04-06

I love the call to action at the end of this poem.  Our togetherness is all the matters.  I hope you enjoy "Facing the End" by Hsieh Ling-yün (translated by David Hinton).

Facing the End

Nothing of Kung Sheng's life was handed down,

and Li Yeh's extinction was absolutely complete.

Old Hsi fathomed the inner pattern, Master Huo

the inevitable nature of things - and both paid.

Cypress endures thick and green in cold frost

and mushrooms quickly tatter and fray in wind:

content that death comes always in its season,

I'm happy whether life lasts long or stops short,

though I still regret my resolve for our people

didn't end amoung those mountain cliffs of home.

Giving mind up without that utter awakening:

this is the fear that haunted me all these years,

and now my lone hope turns to some future life 

where friend and foe share that mind together.  

 

17-04-03

Today I pray we may be guided by these words of Rabindranath Tagore.  Here is the poem "Give Me Strength".  I wish you all a lovely day.  As always, thank you for visiting aprayerforyou.ca.  Love and blessings.  ♡

Give Me Strength

This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike, 

strike at the root of penury in my heart.

 

Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.

 

Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.

 

Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.

 

Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.

 

And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.

 

17-03-31

For those of us searching, and finding love within.  Here is Don McKay's poem called "Philosopher's Stone".  Sending my love and prayers to you today and always.

Philosopher's Stone

- and when, after I've wasted a lifetime looking,

picking over eskers, browsing beaches, rock shops, slag,

when, after I've up and quit, you suddenly

adopt me, winking from the gravel roadside

or the rip-rap of the trail or the 

jewels of the rich;

when you renounce your wilderness and move in,

living in my pocket as its sage, as my third,

uncanny testicle, the wise one,

the one who will teach me to desire

only whatever happens;

when you happen in my hand as nothing

supercooled to glass, as the grey

water smooth rock that slew Goliath or the stone 

no one could cast; when you come

inscribed by glaciers, lichened, mossed,

packed with former lives inside of you like a dense

mass grave;

                                     when you cleave,

when you fold,

when you gather sense as omphalos, inukshut,

cromlech, when you rift in the stress

of intolerable time;

when you find me as the moon

found Li Po in his drunken boat,

when you speak to my heart of its heaviness, of the soft

facts of erosion, when you whisper in that

tongueless tongue it turns out,

though it can't be,

we both know - 

 

17-03-22

I am beyond  love when I read these words by Derek Walcott.  He conjures inexplicable beauty and generosity.  I am so grateful - thank you for gracing us with your art. Here is "Love After Love".

Love After Love

The time will come 

when, with elation 

you will greet yourself arriving 

at your own door, in your own mirror 

and each will smile at the other's welcome, 

and say, sit here. Eat. 

You will love again the stranger who was your self.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart 

to itself, to the stranger who has loved you 

all your life, whom you ignored 

for another, who knows you by heart. 

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, 

the photographs, the desperate notes, 

peel your own image from the mirror. 

Sit. Feast on your life.

17-03-17

An Irish Blessing for you today.  ♡ You are in my prayers.  

May you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings,
Slow to make enemies, quick to make friends,
But rich or poor, quick or slow,
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.

17-03-14

I love these words from the Dalai Lama:

"My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness." 

Wishing you kindness throughout your day! ♡

17-03-09

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

Please join our prayer group on Sunday 12, March , 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  re-birth.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on being reborn into unconditional love.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we channel  the energies of re-birth.

I am eternally grateful to you. Thank you for our togetherness.

17-03-03

I am called to share this lively and wondrous poem by Mary Oliver called "Spirit Likes to Dress Up."  Let's dress up in love today, and pretend we are angels.  Let's play dress up until we believe we already are.  Love to you all always.

Spirit Likes To Dress Up

The spirit 

   likes to dress up like this: 

     ten fingers, 

       ten toes,

shoulders, and all the rest 

   at night 

      in the black branches 

         in the morning

in the blue branches  

    of the world. 

       It could float, of course, 

          but would rather

plumb rough mattter. 

   Airy and shapeless thing, 

      it needs 

         the metaphor of the body,

lime and appetite, 

   the oceanic fluids; 

      it needs the body's world, 

        instinct

 and imagination 

   and the dark hug of time 

     sweetness 

       and tangibility

to be understood, 

   to be more than pure light 

      that burns 

         where no one is --

so it enters us -- 

    in the morning 

       shines from brute comfort 

          like a stitch of lightning;

and at night 

   lights up the deep and wondrous 

      drownings of the body 

         like a star.

 

17-03-01

Wishing you all a splendid day full of love and happiness.  Please find below "Hope is the thing with feathers..." by Emily Dickinson.  I am reminded of how I love birds and the feeling of spring,which I think is forecasted in these words and sent straight to my heart.   :)Enjoy!  Much love to you!

Hope is the thing with feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

 

17-02-27

Thank you so much for your participation in our Group Prayer yesterday.  It is always my great honour and  pleasure to connect 'in love' with you.  I am so grateful for your presence.  I offer you these sweet words from Helen Steiner Rice.  The poem is called "Help Yourself to Happiness".  Today, I pray for kindness, for all beings, and the infinite love of our togetherness.  Blessings to you.  

Help Yourself to Happiness

Everybody, everywhere seeks happiness, it’s true,

But finding it and keeping it seem difficult to do.

Difficult because we think that happiness is found

Only in the places where wealth and fame abound.And so we go on searching in palaces of pleasure

Seeking recognition and monetary treasure,

Unaware that happiness is just a state of mind

Within the reach of everyone who takes time to be kind.

For in making others happy we will be happy, too.

For the happiness you give away returns to shine on you.

17-02-24

I am honoured to share with you a poem by Wislawa Szymborska called "Utopia".  I love the imagery that pours forth from her words.  I am so humbled by the overflowing power and force of imagination.  Today. I feel so grateful to be a creative being. And, I am forever grateful to you for being there for us all.  Together, we are creation. ♡  Our togetherness is heaven on earth.  

*A gentle reminder of our Group Prayer on this Sunday, February 26 at 9:00 am.   Looking forward to connecting with you in prayer.  

 

Utopia

Island where all becomes clear.

Solid ground beneath your feet.

The only roads are those that offer access.

Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs.

The Tree of Valid Supposition grows here

with branches disentangled since time immemorial.

The Tree of Understanding, dazzlingly straight and simple,

sprouts by the spring called Now I Get It.

The thicker the woods, the vaster the vista:

the Valley of Obviously.

If any doubts arise, the wind dispels them instantly.

Echoes stir unsummoned

and eagerly explain all the secrets of the worlds.

On the right a cave where Meaning lies.

On the left the Lake of Deep Conviction.

Truth breaks from the bottom and bobs to the surface.

Unshakable Confidence towers over the valley.

Its peak offers an excellent view of the Essence of Things.

For all its charms, the island is uninhabited,

and the faint footprints scattered on its beaches

turn without exception to the sea.

As if all you can do here is leave

and plunge, never to return, into the depths.

Into unfathomable life.

 

17-02-21

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, February 26, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  infinite love.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on never-ending love.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we connect to infinite love.

I am eternally grateful to you. Thank you for our togetherness.

17-02-16

Here is to a day of many "heart transactions."  Please find below a quote from Srila B. R. Sridhara Maharaja.  May you connect with your heart, and know that you are connecting with all.  Love to you.

“It is the land of love, sweetness, charm, and beauty - all are synonymous.  It is heart-capturing.  Our real existence is neither in our knowledge nor our power, but in our heart.  Really, our proper identification is with our heart.  So, in which direction our heart is moving, that is the all-important factor in our life.  It is a heart-transaction.”

                                                                                                                                                                                         - Srila B. R. Sridhara Maharaja

17-02-14

I love that love is everywhere, never-ending, and available to us at all times.  Thank you for your presence to love.  Thank you for being love.  Blessings, and infinite love to you today and always.  Here is one of my favourite love poems called "[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]" by e.e. cummings.  ♡

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

                                                      i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

 

17-02-13

If you happen to be contemplating who you are today, may this poem give you pause and comfort.  Here is Jan Zwicky's poem called "Theories of Personal Identity".  Enjoy!

Theories of Personal Identity

The photograph;

the past life;

the long lost

black sheep who's become

the shoe that fits.

The ghost town,

a.k.a. the rummage bin,

that old sweet song.

The suitcase; the hotel

room; the surprise

box lunch; the plain

brown wrapper.  The umbrella

someone opened in the house.

The alphabet, or perhaps

I mean a river, or a well.

The skeleton in the closet.

The writing on the wall.

The telltale heart. 

17-02-11

This poem might be my all time favourite.  I love softness.  I love tenderness.  I love God.  I love you.  I am honoured to share "Absolutely Clear" by Shams al-Din Hafiz Shirazi.  

Absolutely Clear

Don't surrender your loneliness 
So quickly. 
Let it cut more deep. 

Let it ferment and season you 
As few human 
Or even divine ingredients can. 

Something missing in my heart tonight 
Has made my eyes so soft, 
My voice 
So tender, 

My need of God 
Absolutely 
Clear. 

17-02-09

Today I bring you this profound awareness from Manuel Cordova Rios.  Prayer falls into this category of being beyond words.  I love that the energy of love is undefinable and limitless. I love that our expression is infinite.

“You must realize my friend, that the deeper we go into this, both written and spoken words of formal language become less and less adequate as a medium of expression.”  

                                                                                    -Manuel Cordova Rios

17-02-07

I love the simplicity of these words, and the grace of profound truth.   I find I am right in the heart of the matter, but I am not sure what that is or how I got there.  Here is The Three Oddest Words by Wislawa Szymborska.  Enjoy!

The Three Oddest Words

When I pronounce the word Future,

the first syllable already belongs to the past.

When I pronounce the word Silence,

I destroy it.

When I pronounce the word Nothing,

I make something no non-being can hold.

 

17-02-03

I humbly offer you these words of wisdom today from the Bhagavad-Gita.  I love the reminder to  look upon all things as equal. Even within ourselves and our own behaviour, can we treat the good and bad with the same love?  That's what I pray for today and always.  Much love to you.  ♡

“The Supreme Personality of Godhead said: O son of Pandu, he who does not hate illumination, attachment, and delusion when they are present or long for them when they disappear; who is unwavering and undisturbed through all these reactions of the material qualities, remaining neutral and transcendental, knowing that the modes alone are active; who is situated in the self and regards alike happiness and distress; who looks upon a lump of earth, a stone, and a piece of gold with an equal eye; who is equal toward the desirable and the undesirable: who is steady, situated equally well in praise and blame, honour, and dishonour; who treats alike both friend and enemy; and who has renounced all material activities - such a person is said to have transcended the modes of nature.” 

17-02-01

As I was preparing for work this morning, a little book of prayers popped off my shelf and onto the floor in front of me.  It was a gift from my parents on my First Communion.  On the back inside cover, in my little kid handwriting is the following prayer.  I couldn't help but share it with you, and it is my prayer that we all take some time today to celebrate and love the child within.  Much love to you always.

Prayer to My Guardian Angel

Angel of God,

My Guardian dear 

To Whom His love commits me here

Ever this day 

Be at my side

To light and guard

To rule and guide

Amen.

 

17-01-30

Thank you to all who participated in our group prayer yesterday.  It was a beautiful connection.  ♡ I bring you a quote from Plotinus for your contemplation.  It is my prayer today that we experiment with love.  Here's to our evolution, my Friends!  

"Faith begins as an experiment and ends as an experience."

                                                                                                                      - Plotinus

17-01-27

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, January 15, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  inner strength.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on your inner strength.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we connect to our inner strength.

I am eternally grateful to you. Thank you for our togetherness.

17-01-25

Today I bring you a poem by Richard Brautigan called "Karma Repair Kit: Items 1- 4."  I love how simple the prescription is.  I love how it is so open-ended.  We do not know what surprises await us.  We do not know when our prayers will be answered.  In the meantime, we take care of ourselves, and listen to the silence within.  Blessings to you today and always.

Karma Repair Kit: Items 1 - 4

1. Get enough food to eat, and eat it.

2. Find a place to sleep where it is quiet, and sleep there.

3. Reduce intellectual and emotional noise until you arrive at the silence of yourself, and listen to it.

4.

17-01-23

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, January 29, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  inner strength.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on your inner strength.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we connect with our inner strength.

I am eternally grateful to you. Thank you for our togetherness.

17-01-20

Dear Friends.  How fortunate are we to have each other?  How blessed are we to have an infinite capacity to love?  Who or what can you love today?  How can you stretch yourself into more love and acceptance?  Today, I am taking a great deal of inspiration from these words by Mahatma Gandhi.  Will you join with me in unity and love?

I offer you peace. 

I offer you Love. 

I offer you Friendship. 

I see your Beauty. 

I hear your need. 

I feel your feelings. 

My wisdom flows from the Highest Source. 

I salute that Source in you. 

Let us work together for unity and love.

 

17-01-18

For your contemplation today - this beautiful and love-filled day/gift of our infinite existence.  With love always.♡

"Would you like to save the world from the degradation and destruction it seems destined for?  Then step away from shallow mass movements and quietly go to work on your own self-awareness.  If you want to awaken all of humanity, then awaken all of yourself.  If you want to eliminate the suffering in the world, then eliminate all that is dark and negative in yourself.  Truly, the greatest gift you have to give is that of your own self-transformation."

~Lao Tzu

17-01-16

Thank you to all for your energy and love during our group prayer on Sunday morning!  Absolutely wonderful to be with you all!  To celebrate this Monday morning, I bring you a beautiful poem by Rumi called "This We Have Now".  Thankfully, we have each other always.  Let's be there for one another today.  Let's be like God.  I love you, and bless the God the you are.

This We Have Now

This we have now

is not imagination.

This is not 

grief or joy.

Not a judging state,

or an elation,

or sadness.

Those come and go. 

This is the presence that doesn't.

17-01-13

Hello Friends.  I have been receiving many prayer requests for health and finances lately and I just want you to know I am holding you all in love and light.  Please join us this Sunday for our group prayer.  The information is below.  The frequency for prayer topic is receiving love, however, you can tune in with  the prayer request that serves you best.  Our togetherness is soothing and comforting; the vibration of receiving love is uplifting and energizing.  Please join us in love!

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, January 15, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  receiving love.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on receiving love.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we are the energy of love.

I am eternally grateful to you. Thank you for our togetherness.

17-01-09

A poem by Hafiz for you today called "Tired of Speaking Sweetly."  For me, this poem is a call to soul action.  It is a reminder of why we are here - to love ourselves and each other.  I hope you enjoy.  I will not be posting prayers for the next two days, but I will return on Thursday with updates.  In the meantime, keep sending your prayers.  I will be praying for you, and loving you.  ♡

Tired of Speaking Sweetly

Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,

Break all our teacup talk of God.

If you had the courage and

Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,

He would just drag you around the room

By your hair,

Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world

That bring you no joy.

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly

And wants to rip to shreds

All your erroneous notions of truth

That make you fight within yourself, dear one,

And with others,

Causing the world to weep

On too many fine days.

God wants to manhandle us,

Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself

And practice His dropkick.

The Beloved sometimes wants

To do us a great favor:

Hold us upside down

And shake all the nonsense out.

But when we hear

He is in such a "playful drunken mood"

Most everyone I know

Quickly packs their bags and hightails it

Out of town.

 

17-01-05

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, January 15, 2017 from 9:00 - 9:30 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  receiving love.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on receiving love.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we are the energy of love.

I am eternally grateful to you. Thank you for our togetherness.

17-01-03

Today I bring you a poem called "Anthem" by Leonard Cohen.  May he rest in peace.  It got me to thinking about an anthem for 2017 that is all about letting the light in.  Will you join me in this refrain? Loving you with all of my light!

Anthem

The birds they sang 

at the break of day 

Start again 

I heard them say 

Don't dwell on what 

has passed away 

or what is yet to be.

 

Ah the wars they will 

be fought again 

The holy dove 

She will be caught again 

bought and sold 

and bought again 

the dove is never free.

 

Ring the bells that still can ring 

Forget your perfect offering 

There is a crack in everything 

That's how the light gets in.

 

We asked for signs 

the signs were sent: 

the birth betrayed 

the marriage spent 

Yeah the widowhood 

of every government -- 

signs for all to see.

 

I can't run no more 

with that lawless crowd 

while the killers in high places 

say their prayers out loud.

 

But they've summoned, they've summoned up 

a thundercloud 

and they're going to hear from me.

 

Ring the bells that still can ring .

.

.

 You can add up the parts 

but you won't have the sum 

You can strike up the march, 

there is no drum 

Every heart, every heart 

to love will come 

but like a refugee.

 

Ring the bells that still can ring 

Forget your perfect offering 

There is a crack, a crack in everything 

That's how the light gets in.

 

Ring the bells that still can ring 

Forget your perfect offering 

There is a crack, a crack in everything 

That's how the light gets in.

 

That's how the light gets in.

 

That's how the light gets in.

17-01-02

Hello my Dear Friends!  I am so happy to be "new" together.  Thank you so much for being with me on this journey into  love and compassion and forgiveness, and thank you for coming to this website and sharing yourselves with me and with all of our readers.  We are the change!  I am so grateful for you and for our collective surrender.  Thank you!  I love you!  ♡

16-12-30

As we enter into a new year, let us allow  this poem to be our invitation to go deeper - deeper into love and deeper into who we really are.  Best wishes to all.  Here is "The Invitation" by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.    

The Invitation

It 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 old you are.

I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool

For love, for your dream, 

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 center 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 wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes 

Without cautioning us to be careful, realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are 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. 

I want to know if you can be faithless and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty 

Even when it is not pretty every day,

And if you can source your own life 

From its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, 

Yours and mine,

And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 

“Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,

Weary and bruised to the bone, 

And do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand 

In the center of the fire with me 

And not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.

I want to know what sustains you 

From the inside 

When all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone 

With yourself,

And if you truly like the company you keep 

In the empty moments.

16-12-28

I love this poem called "Human Family" by Maya Angelou.  As we enter into a new cycle and a new year, perhaps we can focus on how we are more the same than we are different.  Perhaps difference dissolves and unity takes it's place.  For at the core, we are all love.  That love, which is the same inside each and everyone of us, is all that matters.  Blessings to you today and always. ♡

Human Family

I note the obvious differences

in the human family.

Some of us are serious,

some thrive on comedy.

Some declare their lives are lived

as true profundity,

and others claim they really live

the real reality.

The variety of our skin tones

can confuse, bemuse, delight,

brown and pink and beige and purple,

tan and blue and white.

I've sailed upon the seven seas

and stopped in every land,

I've seen the wonders of the world

not yet one common man.

I know ten thousand women

called Jane and Mary Jane,

but I've not seen any two

who really were the same.

Mirror twins are different

although their features jibe,

and lovers think quite different thoughts

while lying side by side.

We love and lose in China,

we weep on England's moors,

and laugh and moan in Guinea,

and thrive on Spanish shores.

We seek success in Finland,

are born and die in Maine.

In minor ways we differ,

in major we're the same.

I note the obvious differences

between each sort and type,

but we are more alike, my friends,

than we are unalike.

We are more alike, my friends,

than we are unalike.

We are more alike, my friends,

than we are unalike.

 

16-12-27

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, January 01, 2017 from 12:00 - 12:20 EST.  

We will pray together for 20 min.  The topic is:  acceptance.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on accepting yourself and all energies.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we become the energy of acceptance.

I am eternally grateful to you. Thank you for our togetherness.

*After this last holiday prayer session, we will go back to Sunday mornings at 9:00 am.

16-12-26

Thank you to everyone for our prayer session yesterday.  It felt so beautiful to be connected.  I love you all so much!

In the honour of love and of our God connection, today I bring you this poem by Hafiz called "I Have Learned So Much" (Translated by Daniel Ladinsky ). I am no longer myself.  I am you.  I am God.  Blessings of peace and love to you. ♡

I Have Learned So Much

I 

Have 

Learned 

So much from God 

That I can no longer 

Call 

Myself 

A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, 

a Buddhist, a Jew. 

The Truth has shared so much of Itself 

With me 

That I can no longer call myself 

A man, a woman, an angel, 

Or even a pure 

Soul. 

Love has 

Befriended Hafiz so completely

It has turned to ash 

And freed 

Me 

Of every concept and image 

my mind has ever known.

 

16-12-23

This one is perhaps my favourite of all.  Here is "Silent Night" with lyrics by Joseph Mohr.  I send my love and blessings to you and your families.  Have a beautiful weekend and I will be back on Monday.  Enjoy!  Love! And, may  PEACE  reign!

Silent Night

Silent night, holy night

All is calm, all is bright

Round yon Virgin Mother and Child

Holy Infant so tender and mild

Sleep in heavenly peace

Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy night!

Shepherds quake at the sight

Glories stream from heaven afar

Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!

Christ, the Saviour is born

Christ, the Saviour is born

Silent night, holy night

Son of God, love's pure light

Radiant beams from Thy holy face

With the dawn of redeeming grace

Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth

Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth "

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, December 25, 2016 from 12:00 - 12:20 EST.  

We will pray together for 20 min.  The topic is:  peace on earth.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on peace for all.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we become the energy of peace.

I am eternally grateful to you. Thank you for our togetherness.

16-12-22

Each day is holy, and each night.  Every moment is a moment with God.  May your day be holy and may we rejoice in our togetherness.  Blessings and love to you my friends.  We are each other.  ☆ I hope you enjoy the beautiful lyrics of "O Holy Night" written by  Placide Cappeau.  This piece was first performed in 1847.  

O Holy Night

O holy night! The stars are brightly shining, 

It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth. 

Long lay the world in sin and error pining. 

Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth. 

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices, 

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. 

Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices! 

O night divine, the night when Christ was born; 

O night, O holy night, O night divine! 

O night, O holy night, O night divine! 

Led by the light of faith serenely beaming, 

With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand. 

O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming, 

Now come the wisemen from out of the Orient land. 

The King of kings lay thus lowly manger; 

In all our trials born to be our friends. 

He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger, 

Behold your King! Before him lowly bend! 

Behold your King! Before him lowly bend! 

Truly He taught us to love one another, 

His law is love and His gospel is peace. 

Chains he shall break, for the slave is our brother. 

And in his name all oppression shall cease. 

Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we, 

With all our hearts we praise His holy name. 

Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we, 

His power and glory ever more proclaim! 

His power and glory ever more proclaim!

16-12-21

In honour of the solstice, let's celebrate with this poem called "Winter's Cloak" written  by Joyce Rupp.   Let us be enveloped by the darkness so that we can know the light.  Let us seek silence in solace so that we can know our trueconnections to one another.  Here's to the beauty and magic and wonder of the winter journey inward.  Much love to you always.

Winter's Cloak

This year I do not want
the dark to leave me.
I need its wrap
of silent stillness,
its cloak
of long lasting embrace.
Too much light
has pulled me away
from the chamber
of gestation.

Let the dawns
come late,
let the sunsets
arrive early,
let the evenings
extend themselves
while I lean into
the abyss of my being.

Let me lie in the cave
of my soul,
for too much light
blinds me,
steals the source
of revelation.

Let me seek solace
in the empty places
of winter's passage,
those vast dark nights
that never fail to shelter me.

16-12-20

Today I bring you "Away In A Manger" written by an unknown author .  I love the simple, but profound peaceful sentiment.  I love the slow  and sweet beauty of the story as it unfolds.  I love birth and creation and children.  What do you love?  You can share above in the prayer request form.  Wishing you love and love and more love.  ♡

Away in a Manger

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,

The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.

The stars in the sky looked down where he lay,

The little Lord Jesus asleep in the hay.

The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,

But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes.

I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky

And stay by my cradle til morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay

Close by me forever, and love me, I pray.

Bless all the dear children in thy tender care,

And take us to heaven, to live with Thee there.

16-12-19

Thank you for the group prayer on Sunday.  It was a beautiful and joyful experience to connect with you all.  Let's do it again! ♡

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, December 25, 2016 from 12:00 - 12:20 EST.  

We will pray together for 20 min.  The topic is:  peace on earth.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on peace for all.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we become the energy of peace.

I am eternally grateful to you. Thank you for our togetherness.

16-12-15

Once again, for the holidays,  I bring to you lyrics from lovely light-filled Christmas songs and hymns.  Without further ado, we begin with "It Came Upon A Midnight Clear" written by Edmund Sears in 1849. 

It Came Upon A Midnight Clear

It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men
From heavens all gracious King!"
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled;
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world:
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.

O ye beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow;
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
Oh rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.

For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever-circling years
Shall come the time foretold,
When the new heaven and earth shall own
The Prince of Peace, their King,
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.

16-12-13

Dear Friends.  We have decided to do two group prayers in a row in order to celebrate the beautiful and benevolent energies of forgiveness and compassion that are coming through at this time.  I will be in touch with a reminder as we move through the coming weeks, but I just wanted to let you know in advance for your holiday planning.  

We have a group prayer scheduled for this Sunday, December 18 at 9:00 am est. and we are going to add a second group prayer for Sunday, December 25 from 12:00-12:20 est.  

*Please note the time change - we will gather energetically a little later in the day and for a little less time. :)  

I hope you can join us as we take a few moments to anchor the energies of peace and  unconditional love.  Many thanks and blessings to you always.  

16-12-12

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, December 18, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  unconditional love.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on unconditional love.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we become the energy of unconditional love.

I am eternally grateful to you. Thank you for our togetherness.

16-12-08

Another beautiful poem via Transactions with Beauty.  Please take a moment and experience this lovely online experience of poetry and reflection.  Here is Marge Piercy's "The Art of Blessing the Day".  Blessings to you for a  day filled with joy and wonder.  

The Art of Blessing the Day

This is the blessing for rain after drought:
Come down, wash the air so it shimmers,
a perfumed shawl of lavender chiffon.
Let the parched leaves suckle and swell.
Enter my skin, wash me for the little
chrysalis of sleep rocked in your splashing.
In the morning the world is peeled to shining.

This is the blessing for sun after long rain:
Now everything shakes itself free and rises.
The trees are bright as pushcart ices.
Every last lily opens its satin thighs.
The bees dance and roll in pollen
and the cardinal at the top of the pine
sings at full throttle, fountaining.

This is the blessing for a ripe peach:
This is luck made round. Frost can nip
the blossom, kill the bee. It can drop,
a hard green useless nut. Brown fungus,
the burrowing worm that coils in rot can
blemish it and wind crush it on the ground.
Yet this peach fills my mouth with juicy sun.

This is the blessing for the first garden tomato:
Those green boxes of tasteless acid the store
sells in January, those red things with the savor
of wet chalk, they mock your fragrant name.
How fat and sweet you are weighing down my palm,
warm as the flank of a cow in the sun.
You are the savor of summer in a thin red skin.

This is the blessing for a political victory:
Although I shall not forget that things
work in increments and epicycles and sometime
leaps that half the time fall back down,
let's not relinquish dancing while the music
fits into our hips and bounces our heels.
We must never forget, pleasure is real as pain.

The blessing for the return of a favorite cat,
the blessing for love returned, for friends'
return, for money received unexpected,
the blessing for the rising of the bread,
the sun, the oppressed. I am not sentimental
about old men mumbling the Hebrew by rote
with no more feeling than one says gesundheit.

But the discipline of blessings is to taste
each moment, the bitter, the sour, the sweet
and the salty, and be glad for what does not
hurt. The art is in compressing attention
to each little and big blossom of the tree

of life, to let the tongue sing each fruit,
its savor, its aroma and its use.

Attention is love, what we must give
children, mothers, fathers, pets,
our friends, the news, the woes of others.
What we want to change we curse and then
pick up a tool. Bless whatever you can
with eyes and hands and tongue. If you
can't bless it, get ready to make it new.

16-12-06

Be with me today as we follow these wise and hopeful words by Judyth Hill .  This poem is called "Wage Peace." Enjoy, and remember you are love, you are loved. ♡

Wage Peace 

Wage peace with your breath.
Breathe in firemen and rubble,
breathe out whole buildings
and flocks of redwing blackbirds.

Breathe in terrorists and breathe out sleeping children
and freshly mown fields.
Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees.
Breathe in the fallen
and breathe out lifelong friendships intact.

Wage peace with your listening:
hearing sirens, pray loud.
Remember your tools:
flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers. 

Make soup.
Play music, learn the word for thank you in three languages.
Learn to knit, and make a hat.
Think of chaos as dancing raspberries,
imagine grief as the outbreath of beauty
or the gesture of fish.
Swim for the other side.
Wage peace.

Never has the world seemed so fresh and precious.
Have a cup of tea and rejoice.
Act as if armistice has already arrived.
Don't wait another minute.

16-12-01

A poem today by Denise Levertov called "For Those Whom the Gods Love Less."  If this is how you are feeing today, please read these words and rejoice, there is a remedy.  Yours, in love always.

For Those Whom the Gods Love Less

When you discover
your new work travels the ground you had traversed
decades ago, you wonder, panicked,
'Have I outlived my vocation? Said already
all that was mine to say?'

                                      There's a remedy -
only one - for the paralysis seizing your throat to mute you,
numbing your hands: Remember the great ones, remember Cezanne
doggedly sur le motif, his mountain
a tireless noonday angel he grappled like Jacob,
demanding reluctant blessing. Remember James rehearsing
over and over his theme, the loss
of innocence and the attainment
(note by separate note sounding its tone
until by accretion a chord resounds) of somber
understanding. Each life in art
goes forth to meet dragons that rise from their bloody scales
in cyclic rhythm: Know and forget, know and forget.
It's not only
the passion for getting it right (thought it's that, too)
it's the way
radiant epiphanies recur, recur,
consuming, pristine, unrecognized-
until remembrance dismays you. And then, look,
some inflection of light, some wing of shadow
is other, unvoiced. You can, you must
proceed.

*poem via Transactions with Beauty

16-11-29

I enclose this poem again by popular request.  Thank you for sharing in the power of these words.  Here is "The Serenity Prayer" by Reinhold Niebuhr.

The Serenity Prayer

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change; 
courage to change the things I can; 
and wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time; 
enjoying one moment at a time; 
accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; 
taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it; 
trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will; 
that I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
forever in the next. 
Amen.

16-11-24

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, November 27, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  love of all energies.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on loving all energies.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we love all energies.

I am eternally grateful to you. Thank you for our togetherness.

16-11-11

It is so good to be back with you.  I am so grateful to be here.  

Today, I am called to this poem called "In Flanders Fields"  by John McCrae.  

Thank you for our love.  Thank you for our freedom.  

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

16-10-28

Dear Friends.  I will not be posting prayers to the website next week.  However, please continue to send your prayers and I will continue to pray for you.  As always, I am honoured to do so, and grateful.  Yours, in love always.  See you in one week's time.♡

16-10-25

A fun poem for your contemplation today.  I love how the rhyme works to lighten, and also highlight the simplicity of the message.  Each of us has a responsibility - let's sing these words together.  Here is Ella Wheeler Wilcox's "See?".

See?

If one proves weak whom you fancied strong,

   Or false whom you fancied true,

Just ease the smart of your wounded heart

   By the thought that it is not you.

If many forget a promise made,

   And your faith falls into the dust,

Then look meanwhile in your mirror and smile,

   And say, 'I am the one to trust.'

If you search in vain for an ageing face

   Unharrowed by fretful fears,

Then make right now, and keep a vow

   To grow in grace with the years.

If you lose your faith in the word of man

   As you go from the port of youth,

Just say as you sail, 'I will not fail

   To keep to the course of truth.'

For this is the way, and the only way--

   At least it seems so to me.

It is up to you, to be and to do,

   What you look for in others. 

SEE?

16-10-24

Thank you to everyone for yesterday's group prayer.  It was wonderful to share the energies with you.  We will meet again in 3 weeks time.  Until then, my love and prayers go to you.

16-10-21

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, September 23, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  harmony.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on an openness to harmony in your life.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we harmonize our systems with love.

I am eternally grateful to you. Thank you for our togetherness.

16-10-20

Let's circle around God together.  Here is "Widening Circles" by Rainer Marie Rilke.  This is dedicated to our spiritual path, however it presents, as we give ourselves to it.  Love to you, and blessings for a beautiful, soft, and magical day.

Widening Circles

I live my life in widening circles

that reach out across the world.

I may not complete this last one

but I will give myself to it.

 

I circle around God, around the primordial tower.

I’ve been circling for thousands of years

and I still don’t know: am I a falcon,

a storm, or a great song? 

16-10-18

A short, but very sweet poem for you to ponder today.  Please find below "This We Have Now" by Rumi.  I love how simple it can be - when we  surrender to what is.  Loving you more always.

This We Have Now

This we have now

is not imagination.

This is not 

grief or joy.

Not a judging state,

or an elation,

or sadness.

Those come and go. 

This is the presence that doesn't.

 

16-10-17

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, September 23, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  harmony.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on an openness to harmony in your life.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these frequencies for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we harmonize our systems with love.

I am eternally grateful to you. Thank you for our togetherness.

16-10-13

Hello Friends and welcome this magical day.  I am honoured to share a poem by Stefi Weisburd called "Little God Origami".  I love the micro of self juxtaposed with the macro of spirit.  Let us unfold ourselves, and return.  Blessings and love to you always.

Little God Origami

The number of corners in the soul can't 

compare with the universe's dimensions folded 

neatly into swans. In the soul's 

space, one word on a thousand pieces 

of paper the size of cookie fortunes falls 

from the heavens. At last, the oracular 

answer, you cry, pawing at the scraps that twirl 

like seed-pod helicopters. Alas, the window 

to your soul needs a good scrubbing, so 

the letters doodle into indecipherables just 

life every answer that has rained 

down through history, and you realize, in 

your little smog of thought that death 

will simply be the cessation of asking, a thousand 

cranes unfolding themselves and returning to the trees.

16-10-03

Today, I enclose a poem for you called 'Keeping Quiet' by Pablo Neruda.  I love the call to silence and stillness.  I pray that we can all feel something like this today - a respite from our busy-ness anda break from our chattering minds.  Thank you for being here with me.  I am so grateful for our togetherness.  Much love, and many blessings to you.  

Keeping Quiet

Now we will count to twelve

and we will all keep still.

This one time upon the earth,

let's not speak any language,

let's stop for one second,

and not move our arms so much.

It would be a delicious moment,

without hurry, without locomotives,

all of us would be together

in a sudden uneasiness.

The fishermen in the cold sea

would do no harm to the whales

and the peasant gathering salt

would look at his torn hands.

Those who prepare green wars,

wars of gas, wars of fire,

victories without survivors,

would put on clean clothing

and would walk alongside their brothers

in the shade, without doing a thing.

What I want shouldn't be confused

with final inactivity:

life alone is what matters,

I want nothing to do with death.

If we weren't unanimous

about keeping our lives so much in motion,

if we could do nothing for once,

perhaps a great silence would

interrupt this sadness,

this never understanding ourselves

and threatening ourselves with death,

perhaps the earth is teaching us

when everything seems to be dead

and then everything is alive.

Now I will count to twelve

and you keep quiet and I'll go.

 

16-09-28

Today, I share a poem by Rumi called "The Breeze At Dawn".  I pray we stay in the space where the two worlds touch, asking for what we really want.  I love you always.

The Breeze At Dawn

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.

Don't go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want.

Don't go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the doorsill

where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.

Don't go back to sleep.

16-09-26

Thank you to all who participated in our group prayer yesterday morning.  It was lovely to connect and increase the vibrations of self-love.  Blessings to you and love always. ♡

16-09-21

Today, I enclose a poem for those who are feeling like they need to hold onto something - anything, just to feel alive, or feel real.  Perhaps holding on to these beautiful and honest words will comfort you.  Here is Dorothea Lasky's Ars Poetica.  Many thanks to Calm Things for a curation of poetry that speaks to both soul and season.  Blessings to you all, and love. 

Ars Poetica 

I wanted to tell the veterinary assistant about the cat video Jason sent me
But I resisted for fear she’d think it strange
I am very lonely
Yesterday my boyfriend called me, drunk again
And interspersed between ringing tears and clinginess
He screamed at me with a kind of bitterness
No other human had before to my ears
And told me that I was no good
Well maybe he didn’t mean that
But that is what I heard
When he told me my life was not worthwhile
And my life’s work the work of the elite.
I say I want to save the world but really
I want to write poems all day
I want to rise, write poems, go to sleep,
Write poems in my sleep
Make my dreams poems
Make my body a poem with beautiful clothes
I want my face to be a poem
I have just learned how to apply
Eyeliner to the corners of my eyes to make them appear wide
There is a romantic abandon in me always
I want to feel the dread for others
I can feel it through song
Only through song am I able to sum up so many words into a few
Like when he said I am no good
I am no good
Goodness is not the point anymore
Holding on to things
Now that’s the point

 

16-09-19

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, September 25, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  self-love

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on self-love.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and forgiveness. Together, we amplify these vibrations for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we love ourselves together.

I am eternally grateful for you. Thank you for our togetherness.

16-09-15

Good morning, Friends. Let us become students of the 'School of Truth' together, and we can live these lessons from Hafiz, together.  Blessings and love to you.

School of Truth

O fool, do something, so you won't just stand there looking dumb.

If you are not traveling and on the road, how can you call yourself a guide?

In the School of Truth, one sits at the feet of the Master of Love.

So listen, son, so that one day you may be an old father, too!

All this eating and sleeping has made you ignorant and fat;

By denying yourself food and sleep, you may still have a chance.

Know this: If God should shine His lovelight on your heart,

I promise you'll shine brighter than a dozen suns.

And I say: wash the tarnished copper of your life from your hands;

To be Love's alchemist, you should be working with gold.

Don't sit there thinking; go out and immerse yourself in God's sea.

Having only one hair wet with water will not put knowledge in that head.

For those who see only God, their vision

Is pure, and not a doubt remains.

Even if our world is turned upside down and blown over by the wind,

If you are doubtless, you won't lose a thing.

O Hafiz, if it is union with the Beloved that you seek,

Be the dust at the Wise One's door, and speak!

16-09-12

This poem by Rumi is called 'There is a community of the spirit". Today, I pray we we join spirit, and each other. I pray we see with the other eye.  Love to you, and blessings. 

There is a community of the spirit.

Join it, and feel the delight

of walking in the noisy street

and being the noise.

Drink all your passion, 

and be a disgrace.

Close both eyes 

to see with the other eye.

16-09-08

Today, I am grateful for everything. I wish the same for you - it is the energy that heals us. To get us in the mood, here is Carrie Newcomer's poem 'Three Gratitudes'. Enjoy!  I am so thankful for you!

Three Gratitudes

Every night before I go to sleep

I say out loud
Three things that I'm grateful for,
All the significant, insignificant
Extraordinary, ordinary stuff of my life.
It's a small practice and humble,
And yet, I find I sleep better
Holding what lightens and softens my life
Ever so briefly at the end of the day.
Sunlight, and blueberries,
Good dogs and wool socks,
A fine rain,
A good friend,
Fresh basil and wild phlox,
My father's good health,
My daughter's new job,
The song that always makes me cry,
Always at the same part,
No matter how many times I hear it.
Decent coffee at the airport,
And your quiet breathing,
The stories you told me,
The frost patterns on the windows,
English horns and banjos,
Wood Thrush and June bugs,
The smooth glassy calm of the morning pond,
An old coat,
A new poem,
My library card,
And that my car keeps running
Despite all the miles.
And after three things,
More often than not,
I get on a roll and I just keep on going,
I keep naming and listing,

Until I lie grinning,
Blankets pulled up to my chin,
Awash with wonder
At the sweetness of it all.

*poem via Calm Things

16-09-06

Today, I feel utterly graced by these words of Hafiz. The poem is called 'No More Leaving' . I pray spirit hops into all of our pockets today.  Blessings to you, and love. (Translation by Daniel Ladinsky.)

No More Leaving

At 

Some point

Your relationship

With God

Will

Become like this:

Next time you meet Him in the forest

Or on a crowded city street

There won't be anymore

"Leaving."

That is,

God will climb into

Your pocket.

You will simply just take

Yourself

Along!

16-09-05

Thank you for our group prayer yesterday.  It was lovely to connect with everyone. I hope you felt our togetherness as much as I did.  I am so grateful for you! Blessing and love to you today and always.♡

16-09-01

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, September 04, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  releasing attachments.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on a willingness to release attachments that are not serving you.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these vibrations for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we release attachments.

I am eternally grateful for you. Thank you for our togetherness.

16-08-31

Please find enclosed a poem by Laura Foley called "Gratitude List".  Today, I pray we find it in ourselves to be grateful for the benevolent energies that are always all around us.  I pray we find solace and joy, in beauty and simplicity. I pray our souls are set loose with the feeling of love.

Gratitude List 

Praise be this morning for sleeping late,

the sandy sheets, the ocean air,

the midnight storm that blew its waters in.

Praise be the morning swim, mid-tide,

the clear sands underneath our feet,

the dogs who leap into the waves,

their fur, sticky with salt,

the ball we throw again and again.

Praise be the green tea with honey,

the bread we dip in finest olive oil,

the eggs we fry. Praise be the reeds,

gold and pink in the summer light,

the sand between our toes,

our swimsuits, flapping in the breeze.

*source

16-08-30

I hope you enjoy these beautiful and soothing words of Pablo Neruda.  This poem is called "You Will Remember".  I love it because it calls to the knowledge we already have within, we just need to be reminded.  I wish you a wonderful day full of love and light.

You Will Remember

You will remember that leaping stream 

where sweet aromas rose and trembled, 

and sometimes a bird, wearing water 

and slowness, its winter feathers.

You will remember those gifts from the earth: 

indelible scents, gold clay, 

weeds in the thicket and crazy roots, 

magical thorns like swords. 

You'll remember the bouquet you picked, 

shadows and silent water, 

bouquet like a foam-covered stone. 

That time was like never, and like always. 

So we go there, where nothing is waiting; 

we find everything waiting there.

16-08-29

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, September 04, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  releasing attachments.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on a willingness to release attachments that are not serving you.  The overall vibrations are of compassion and self love. Together, we amplify these vibrations for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we release attachments.

I am eternally grateful for you.  Thank you for our togetherness.

16-08-24

Please find enclosed a poem by Mary Oliver called "Poem (the spirit likes to dress up)". I love the imagery and the playfulness and the necessity of being one -mind/body/spirit. I hope you enjoy these nourishing words as much as I do. Love to you.

Poem (the spirit likes to dress up)

The spirit

  likes to dress up like this:

   ten fingers, 

   ten toes,

shoulders, and all the rest

  at night

   in the black branches,

     in the morning

in the blue branches

  of the world.

   It could float, of course,

     but would rather

plumb rough matter.

  Airy and shapeless thing,

   it needs 

     the metaphor of the body,

lime and appetite,

  the oceanic fluids;

   it needs the body's world,

     instinct

and imagination

  and the dark hug of time,

   sweetness

     and tangibility,

to be understood,

  to be more than pure light

   that burns

     where no one is --

so it enters us --

  in the morning

   shines from brute comfort

     like a stitch of lightning;

and at night

  lights up the deep and wondrous

   drownings of the body

     like a star.

16-08-22

Thank you, thank you, thank you for your love and energy and compassion and intentions for peace on our beautiful planet earth.  We shared a lovely group prayer yesterday, and I am so grateful for our togetherness.  

In the spirit of our ultimate togetherness - our union with the divine - I enclose this poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox called "Conversation." There is no separation between us. There never has been. We have always been one. I love you always, fully and completely.

CONVERSATION

God and I in space alone

and nobody else in view.

"And where are the people, O Lord," I said,

"the earth below and the sky o'er head

and the dead whom once I knew?"

"That was a dream," God smiled and said,

"A dream that seemed to be true.

There were no people, living or dead,

there was no earth, and no sky o'er head;

there was only Myself -- in you."

"Why do I feel no fear," I asked,

"meeting You here this way?

For I have sinned I know full well--

and is there heaven, and is there hell,

and is this the Judgment Day?"

"Nay, those were but dreams,"

the Great God said,

"Dreams that have ceased to be.

There are no such things as fear or sin;

there is no you -- you never have been--

there is nothing at all

but Me."

16-08-19

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, August 21, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  peace.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on filling yourself with compassion - for self and others.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we meet ourselves and each other in peace.

I am eternally grateful for you.  Thank you for our togetherness.

16-08-18

Today I enclose "Oh, Worker of the Universe" by Rabindranath Tagore. This is who I am today, right now, a worker of the universe, ever striving for the light. Blessings my friends, and love to you. My prayers are with you always. I am so honoured to be here for you. Thank you for visiting.

Worker Of The Universe

It is only the revelation of You as the Infinite

that is endlessly new and eternally beautiful in us

and that gives the only meaning to our self when

we feel Your rhythmic throb as soul-life, the whole

world in our own souls; then are we free.

O Worker of the universe! Let the irresistible

current of Your universal energy come like the

impetuous south wind of spring; let it come

rushing over the vast field of  human life. Let our

newly awakened powers cry out for unlimited

fulfillment in leaf and flower and fruit.

* source

16-09-16

I love the quiet, peaceful beauty in these words by Thich Nhat Hanh.  Below is the poem called "Non-Duality". Enjoy your divine day. I send to you light, love, and blessings.

Non-Duality

The bell tolls at four in the morning.

I stand by the window,

barefoot on the cool floor.

The garden is still dark.

I wait for the mountains and rivers to reclaim their shapes.

There is no light in the deepest hours of the night.

Yet, I know you are there

in the depth of the night,

the immeasurable world of the mind.

You, the known, have been there

ever since the knower has been.

The dawn will come soon,

and you will see

that you and the rosy horizon

are within my two eyes.

It is for me that the horizon is rosy

and the sky blue.

Looking at your image in the clear stream,

you answer the question by your very presence.

Life is humming the song of the non-dual marvel.

I suddenly find myself smiling

in the presence of this immaculate night.

I know because I am here that you are there,

and your being has returned to show itself

in the wonder of tonight's smile.

In the quiet stream,

I swim gently.

The murmur of the water lulls my heart.

A wave serves as a pillow

I look up and see

a white cloud against the blue sky,

the sound of Autumn leaves,

the fragrance of hay-

each one a sign of eternity.

A bright star helps me find my way back to myself.

I know because you are there that I am here.

The stretching arm of cognition

in a lightning flash,

joining together a million eons of distance,

joining together birth and death,

joining together the known and the knower.

In the depth of the night,

as in the immeasurable realm of consciousness,

the garden of life and I

remain each other's objects.

The flower of being is singing the song of emptiness.

The night is still immaculate,

but sounds and images from you

have returned and fill the pure night.

I feel their presence.

By the window, with my bare feet on the cool floor,

I know I am here

for you to be.

*source

16-08-15

Thank you to the people of Brazil for visiting this website and sharing your prayers.  I am filled with so much love and appreciation for our connection.

These beautiful words are for you...

Pai Nosso / Our Father / Pater Noster

Pai Nosso que estais nos céus,
santificado é o Vosso nome,
venha a nós o Vosso reino,
seja feita a Vossa vontade,
assim na terra como no céu.
O pão nosso de cada dia nos dai hoje,
perdoai-nos as nossas ofensas,
assim como nós perdoamos a quem nos tem ofendido.
E não nos deixeis cair em tentação,
mas livrai-nos do mal,
Amén.

*source

16-09-15

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, August 21, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  peace.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on filling yourself with compassion - for self and others.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we meet ourselves and each other in peace.

I am eternally grateful for you.  Thank you for our togetherness.

16-08-11

Dear Friends.  This song encapsulates the way I am feeling today.  It is the feeling of our togetherness, and the innocence of unconditional love and trust. Eternal thanks to the song writers - John Lennon and Paul McCartney. 

All You Need Is Love

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.

There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say, but you can learn
How to play the game 
It's easy.
Nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do, but you can learn
How to be you in time 
It's easy.

All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love. Love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love. Love is all you need.

There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
There's nowhere you can be that isn't where
You're meant to be 
It's easy.

All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love. Love is all you need.
All you need is love. (All together now).
All you need is love. (Everybody).
All you need is love, love. Love is all you need.
Love is all you need.
Love is all you need

(Yesterday)
(Oh yeah)
(She love you, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(She love you, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oh, yesterday)

16-08-07

I love the poetry of Hafiz - there are so many of his beautiful words already on this website. Let's add more today. Here is "It Felt Love". May you have a fearless day, filled with light. Love to you all.

It Felt Love


How
Did the rose
Ever open its heart

And give this world
All its
Beauty?

It felt the encouragement of light
Against its
Being,

Otherwise,
We all remain

Too

Frightened

16-08-02

Today, a poem by Krev Roues called "One Easy Step Toward Enlightenment".  Here's to our togetherness, always.  Blessings for a lovely day.

One Easy Step to Enlightenment 

First off, and I do mean first

You know in your heart

that the times are changing

Oh so much slower than we thought

and you know in your heart

that the good guys and the bad guys

don't know any more than you what's going on

End of the World?

End of Time?

I'm here to tell you

and yes that is my job

It doesn't matter

This moment and only this moment, matter

It is your heart, your very soul

that will shape this moment

and when we, together

Awaken to the idea

that is this moment

we will reach out

without any thought for

what's in it for us

without any notion of our need

but reach out in one infinitesimal

moment

for no other reason than to

Be

Together

Joined

In the Moment

 

*source

16-08-01

We had a lovely group prayer session yesterday, as waves of compassion energy washed over our souls.  Many thanks to all!  We will reconvene in two week's time for another group prayer.  Blessings for a wonderful week.

16-07-29

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, July 31, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  compassion.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on filling yourself with compassion - for self and others.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we meet ourselves and each other with compassion.

I am eternally grateful for you.  Thank you for our togetherness.

16-07-28

I love this poem by Lisel Mueller called "Sometimes, When the Light" - it reminds me that there is always so much more going on than what we see or think.  There are these strange and magical other worlds of memory and dream and becoming and letting go.  Today, I pray we are fearless - that we crawl through the illusion in order to realize we are already complete.  And, I pray for the trees - our wise, old companions along the spiritual path.  Blessings and love to you now and always.

Sometimes, When the Light

Sometimes, when the light strikes at odd angles 

and pulls you back into childhood

and you are passing a crumbling mansion 

completely hidden behind old willows

or an empty convent guarded by hemlocks 

and giant firs standing hip to hip,

you know again that behind that wall, 

under the uncut hair of the willows

something secret is going on, 

so marvelous and dangerous

that if you crawled through and saw, 

you would die, or be happy forever.

*poem via The Poetry Foundation

16-07-26

Today, I enclose a poem by Mary Oliver called "Praying".  It reminds me that there is no wrong way to be in communion with spirit.  There is no wrong way to pray.  We simply open ourselves to who we are.  We accept the gap between who we think we are and who we are becoming.  Enjoy your day, my Friends.  I am here always, praying in the best way I know how, for us all.  

Praying

It doesn’t have to be

the blue iris, it could be

weeds in a vacant lot, or a few

small stones; just

pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don’t try

to make them elaborate, this isn’t

a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which

another voice may speak.

*Poem via Calm Things 

16-07-25

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, July 31, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  compassion.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on filling yourself with compassion - for self and others.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we meet ourselves and each other with compassion.

I am eternally grateful for you.  Thank you for our togetherness.

16-07-21

I offer you a beautiful poem called "Coconut" by Paul Hostovsky.  May we all carry a child-like curiousity with us today.  May we recognize it in others, and be inspired and grateful.  Blessings to you.

Coconut

Bear with me I

want to tell you

something about

happiness

it’s hard to get at

but the thing is

I wasn’t looking

I was looking

somewhere else

when my son found it

in the fruit section

and came running

holding it out

in his small hands

asking me what

it was and could we

keep it it only

cost 99 cents

hairy and brown

hard as a rock

and something swishing

around inside

and what on earth

and where on earth

and this was happiness

this little ball

of interest beating

inside his chest

this interestedness

beaming out

from his face pleading

happiness

and because I wasn’t

happy I said

to put it back

because I didn’t want it

because we didn’t need it

and because he was happy

he started to cry

right there in aisle

five so when we

got it home we

put it in the middle 

of the kitchen table

and sat on either

side of it and began

to consider how

to get inside of it

*Poem via Calm Things.  Source. 

16-07-19

Today,  I enclose a poem for you by Emily Dickinson called "Heaven Is What I Cannot Reach!"  I love how she explores the heaven within, and the heaven in the simplest things - an apple, a cloud, a hill.  Heaven is all around us.  Thank you for visiting.  I send my love and prayers to you all.

Heaven Is What I Cannot Reach!

Heaven is what I cannot reach!

The apple on the tree,

Provided it do hopeless hang,

That "heaven" is, to me.

The color on the cruising cloud,

The interdicted ground

Behind the hill, the house behind, --

There Paradise is found!

*poem via Poetry.org

16-07-18

Thank you to everyone who participated in our group prayer yesterday.  It was a beautiful connection to behold.  Wishing you all a wonderful day!  Until our next prayer session, love, and blessings to you. ♡

16-07-15

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, July 17, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  self-love.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on filling yourself with love.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we love ourselves more and more.  

I am eternally grateful for you.  Thank you for our togetherness.

16-07-13

This song when playing in my head when I woke up this morning.  I apologize in advance if you can't get it out of yours after reading the lyrics.  :)  I love how it seems like the inspiration is everyone's.  Thank you to the songwriters - Jonathan Cain, Steve Perry, and Neal Schon.  Here are the lyrics for Journey's "Don't Stop Believing'" - enjoy!

"Don't Stop Believin’"

Just a small town girl

Livin' in a lonely world

She took the midnight train

Goin' anywhere

Just a city boy

Born and raised in South Detroit

He took the midnight train

Goin' anywhere

A singer in a smokey room

The smell of wine and cheap perfume

For a smile they can share the night

It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting

Up and down the boulevard

Their shadows searching

In the night

Streetlight people

Livin' just to find emotion

Hidin' somewhere in the night

Workin' hard to get my fill

Everybody wants a thrill

Payin' anything to roll the dice

Just one more time

Some will win

Some will lose

Some were born to sing the blues

Oh, the movie never ends

It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting

Up and down the boulevard

Their shadows searching

In the night

Streetlight people

Livin' just to find emotion

Hidin' somewhere in the night

Don't stop believin'

Hold on to that feelin'

Streetlight people

Don't stop believin'

Hold on

Streetlight people

Don't stop believin'

Hold on to that feelin'

Streetlight people

16-07-11

I am so happy and honoured to send a warm welcome to new visitors from Brazil, and around the world as part of FILE 2016 - Electronic Language International Festival.  

Please feel free to send your prayers in the language of your preference.  No request will be denied.  What helps one will help many.  Blessings, and love to all. ♡

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, July 17, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is:  self-love.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on filling yourself with love.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we love ourselves more and more.  

I am eternally grateful for you.  Thank you for our togetherness.

16-07-05

Another beautiful poem by Hafiz and translated by Daniel Ladinsky.  I love how he conjures himself as an imaginary friend to us all.  I figure that's exactly how spirit works in our lives.  Blessings to you, and enjoy the day.  

Remember a Song You Know

If you are sad, remember a beautiful song

you know. It is really something living.

It can bring you to the place where it was

created out of light, and you can feel that

for a moment.

If you do not wish to sing, if you are feeling

shy or just too low, picture me doing so,

while

sitting at a table with you, with maybe a 

drink in our hands...toasting

something you would like to clink a cup

with me about, my dear.

*poem via Calm Things

16-07-04

Thank you to all who participated in the group prayer on Sunday.  It was a wonderful prayer session.  I felt very connected to all of you.  Our strength is in our togetherness.  I am so grateful.  Love always, and many blessings for this wonderful week.

16-06-29

Today, I enclose a poem for you by Hafiz called "I Have Learned So Much." This beautiful translation is by Daniel Ladinsky.   I love the call to throw off the earthly identity in favour of being love.  Thank you all for visiting.  I love you so much.♡

I Have Learned So Much

I 

Have 

Learned 

So much from God 

That I can no longer 

Call 

Myself 

A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, 

a Buddhist, a Jew. 

The Truth has shared so much of Itself 

With me 

That I can no longer call myself 

A man, a woman, an angel, 

Or even a pure 

Soul. 

Love has 

Befriended Hafiz so completely

It has turned to ash 

And freed 

Me 

Of every concept and image 

my mind has ever known.

16-06-27

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, July 03, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: togetherness.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on the love of our togetherness.  We will amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we love in our togetherness.

Blessings, and love to you.  I am eternally grateful for you.  

16-06-23

Today, I enclose a poem called 'The Meaning of Existence" by Les Murray.  I love the call to heart-based knowing.  I love the truth of how all energies express moment by moment - it simply is, we simply are.  I love the poetry on Calm Things. :) If you love poetry too, please take a heart-based moment and visit the website.  Happy expressing!

The Meaning of Existence

Everything except language

knows the meaning of existence. 

Trees, planets, rivers, time

know nothing else. They express it 

moment by moment as the universe. 

Even this fool of a body

lives it in part, and would 

have full dignity within it 

but for the ignorant freedom 

of my talking mind.

*poem via Calm Things

16-06-20

In honour of the first day of summer - or fall depending on where you are - here is "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" (Sonnet 18) by William Shakespeare.  Happy solstice and enjoy your day!  

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? 

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate. 

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, 

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date. 

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, 

And often is his gold complexion dimmed; 

And every fair from fair sometime declines, 

By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed; 

But thy eternal summer shall not fade, 

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st, 

Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade, 

When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st. 

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, 

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

*poem via poets.org

16-06-14

Today's poem is called 'In Your Ordinary Life...' by Steve Garnaas-Holmes.  I hope you find it as beautiful as I do.  Let's catch fire and dance together!  Blessings and love to you always.

In Your Ordinary Life….

In your ordinary life,

with its handbag of pain

and your few little coins of success,

an entire star burns with pure glory,

a field of wildflowers exults.

This is not good luck, or physics gone wild.

It’s God.

What can you do, you who are made of delight,

but fall defenselessly in love with everybody,

and give yourself away

until you are pure song?

What can you do but

shuck off your burlap clothing,

catch fire

and dance?

*poem via Calm Things

16-06-06

Thank you to all who participated in the group prayer on Sunday.  It felt wonderful to connect with you all.  I am truly honoured to serve in your company.  Thank you, thank you, thank you.  Love always, and many blessings for this wonderful week.

16-06-03

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, June 5, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: releasing self-judgment.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on releasing limitation and filling with love.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we open ourselves to acceptance.

Blessings, and love to you.  I am eternally grateful for you.  

16-05-31

Today, a poem for you called "Yes, Of Course It Hurts" by Karin Boye - a wonderful reflection on spring and growth and fearlessness.  My thoughts and prayers are with you as we brave the unknown together. Love to you always.

YES, OF COURSE IT HURTS

Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking.
Why else would the springtime falter?
Why would all our ardent longing
bind itself in frozen, bitter pallor?
After all, the bud was cover all the winter.
What new thing is it that bursts and wears?
Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking,
hurts for that which grows
and that which bars.

Yes, it is hard when drops are falling.
Trembling with fear, and heavy hanging,
cleaving to the twig, and swelling, sliding –
weight draws them down, though they go on clinging.
Hard to be uncertain, afraid and divided,
hard to feel the depths attract and call,
yet sit fast and merely tremble –
hard to want to stay
and want to fall.

Then, when things are worst and nothing helps
the tree’s buds break as in rejoicing,
then, when no fear holds back any longer,
down in glitter go the twig’s drops plunging,
forget that they were frightened by the new,
forget their fear before the flight unfurled –
feel for a second their greatest safety,
rest in that trust
that creates the world.

*poem via Nordic Voices in Print

16-05-30

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, June 5, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: releasing self-judgment.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on releasing limitation and filling with love.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we open ourselves to acceptance.

Blessings, and love to you.  I am eternally grateful for you.  

16-05-25

Today, I leave you with the poem called 'Kindness' by Naomi Shihab Nye.  I pray we know kindness as the only thing that makes sense.  I pray it goes with us wherever we go.  Love to you always. ♡

Kindness

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho 
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans 
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, 
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.  
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth. 

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and 
     purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.

*poem via elise.com

16-05-19

The poem for you today is called "The visible and the in-" by Marge Piercy.  I loved reading this poem and reminiscing on all the people who have come into my life - some like the perfume of peonies and others like the striking falcon - and, recognizing the gifts that came with each and every experience.  Today, I say a prayer of gratitude for all the people in our lives who have pushed us in ways we never thought possible. Thank you for being on the spiritual path.  Yours, in love and light.

The visible and the in-

Some people move through your life

like the perfume of peonies, heavy

and sensual and lingering.

Some people move through your life

like the sweet musky scent of cosmos

so delicate if you sniff twice, it’s gone.

Some people occupy your life

like moving men who cart off

couches, pianos and break dishes.

Some people touch you so lightly you

are not sure it happened. Others leave

you flat with footprints on your chest.

Some are like those fall warblers

you can’t tell from each other even

though you search Petersen’s.

Some come down hard on you like

a striking falcon and the scars remain

and you are forever wary of the sky.

We all are waiting rooms at bus

stations where hundreds have passed

through unnoticed and others

have almost burned us down

and others have left us clean and new

and others have just moved in.

*poem via Calm Things

16-05-16

The poem for you today is called "Life Is Fine" by Langston Hughes.  Enjoy!

Life Is Fine

I went down to the river,

I set down on the bank.

I tried to think but couldn't,

So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!

I came up twice and cried!

If that water hadn't a-been so cold

I might've sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator

Sixteen floors above the ground.

I thought about my baby

And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!

I stood there and I cried!

If it hadn't a-been so high

I might've jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I'm still here livin',

I guess I will live on.

I could've died for love--

But for livin' I was born

Though you may hear me holler,

And you may see me cry--

I'll be dogged, sweet baby,

If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

16-05-10

A poem for you today by Mary Oliver called 'The Journey".  Enjoy!  Love and blessings to you always.

The Journey

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice--

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

"Mend my life!"

each voice cried.

But you didn't stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do--

determined to save

the only life you could save.

16-05-04

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, May 8, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: engaging the divine feminine energies of unconditional love.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your intention on receiving the divine love that you are.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we engage with the energies of unconditional love.

Blessings, and love to you.  I am eternally grateful for you.  

16-04-27

Thank you, my friends, thank you for being here, and thank you for sharing your lives with me.  I have been away for a few days, and right now, after reading your many prayers, I find myself overwhelmed with love for all of us. I am so honoured and humbled, and eternally grateful to be in your service. Wishing you a beautiful day.

16-04-20

Please find below a poem called "I've Said It Before and I'll Say It Again" by Hafiz.  Wishing you a beautiful day. 

I've said it before and I'll say it again:

It's not my fault that with a broken heart, I've gone this way.

In front of a mirror they have put me like a parrot,

And behind the mirror the Teacher tells me what to say.

Whether I am perceived as a thorn or a rose, it's

The Gardener who has fed and nourished me day to day.

O friends, don't blame me for this broken heart;

Inside me there is a great jewel and it's to the Jeweler's shop I go.

Even though, to pious, drinking wine is a sin,

Don't judge me; I use it as a bleach to wash the color of hypocrisy away.

All that laughing and weeping of lovers must be coming from some other place;

Here, all night I sing with my winecup and then moan for You all day.

If someone were to ask Hafiz, "Why do you spend all your time sitting in

The Winehouse door?," to this man I would say, "From there, standing,

I can see both the Path and the Way.

16-04-18

We had a wonderful group prayer yesterday!  Thank you to all who joined in.  I already look forward to the next time we gather.  I am so very grateful for our connection.  Wishing everyone a love-filled day! ♡

16-04-15

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, April 17, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: releasing limitation.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on releasing limitation and filling with love.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we release even more limitation.  

Blessings, and love to you.  I am eternally grateful for you.  

16-04-11

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, April 17, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: releasing limitation.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on releasing limitation and filling with love.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we release even more limitation.  

Blessings, and love to you.  I am eternally grateful for you.  

16-04-07

Today, a beautiful song - a perfect song - by Ron Sexsmith called "Secret Heart".  Wishing you a glorious day as you sink further into your heart.  Love and blessings.

Secret Heart

Secret heart 

What are you made of? 

What are you so afraid of? 

Could it be three simple words 

Or the fear of being overheard? 

What's wrong?

Let her in on your secret, heart

Secret Heart

Why so mysterious?

Why so sacred, why so serious?

Maybe you're just acting tough

Maybe you're just not man enough

What's wrong?

Let her in on your secret, heart

This very secret you're trying to conceal

Is the very same one you're dying to reveal

Go tell her how you feel

Secret Heart

Come out and share it

This loneliness, few can bear it

Could it have something to do with

Admitting that you just can't go through it alone?

Let her in on your secret 

Whats wrong?

Let her in on your secret heart

16-04-05

This morning Vincent van Gogh popped into my mind.  Here to celebrate him is Don McLean's song called "Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)".  Enjoy!

Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)

Starry, starry night

Paint your palette blue and gray

Look out on a summer's day

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills 

Sketch the trees and the daffodils

Catch the breeze and the winter chills

In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand

What you tried to say to me

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze

Swirling clouds in violet haze

Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue

Colors changing hue

Morning fields of amber grain

Weathered faces lined in pain

Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand

What you tried to say to me

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you

But still your love was true

And when no hope was left in sight

On that starry, starry night

You took your life, as lovers often do

But I could've told you Vincent

This world was never meant for

One as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night

Portraits hung in empty halls

Frame-less heads on nameless walls

With eyes that watch the world and can't forget

Like the strangers that you've met

The ragged men in ragged clothes

The silver thorn of bloody rose

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know

What you tried to say to me

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they're not listening still

Perhaps they never will

16-03-31

A short, sweet, and profound poem by Gopabandhu Das called 'Let my body mingle with the dust'.  Enjoy your day.  May it be filled with this expression of togetherness.  Love to you.

Let my body mingle with the dust

Let my body mingle with the dust of this Land,

And let my countrymen walk along my back;

Let all the holes in the road of freedom be filled with my blood & bone,

And let my life be sacrificed when my people awake into freedom.

16-03-29

An uplifting song for you today written  by Larry E. Williams titled "Let Your Love Flow." Wishing you a beautiful experience of love. ♡

"Let Your Love Flow"

There's a reason for the sunshine sky

And there's a reason why I'm feelin' so high

Must be the season when that love light shines

All around us

So let that feelin' grab you deep inside

And send you reelin' where your love can't hide

And then go stealin' through the moonlit nights

With your lover

Just let your love flow like a mountain stream

And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams

And let your love show and you'll know what I mean

It's the season

Let your love fly like a bird on a wing

And let your love bind you to all living things

And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean

That's the reason

There's a reason for the warm sweet nights

And there's a reason for the candle lights

Must be the season when those love rites shine

All around us

So let that wonder take you into space

And lay you under its loving embrace

Just feel the thunder as it warms your face

You can't hold back

Just let your love flow like a mountain stream

And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams

And let your love show and you'll know what I mean

It's the season

Let your love fly like a bird on a wing

And let your love bind you to all living things

And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean

That's the reason

Just let your love flow like a mountain stream

And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams

And let your love show and you'll know what I mean

It's the season

Let your love fly like a bird on a wing

And let your love bind you to all living things

And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean

That's the reason

Just let your love flow like a mountain stream

And let your love grow

16-03-25

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, March 27, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: opening to more love.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on opening to more love.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we open to even more love. 

Blessings, and love to you.  I am eternally grateful.

16-03-24

Today, my wish is that we 'see' with new eyes.  Here is Thomas Moore's 'If You Have Seen' for inspiration.  Love to you!

If You Have Seen

Good reader! if you e'er have seen,

When Phoebus hastens to his pillow

The mermaids, with their tresses green,

Dancing upon the western billow:

If you have seen, at twilight dim,

When the lone spirit's vesper hymn

Floats wild along the winding shore:

If you have seen, through mist of eve,

The fairy train their ringlets weave,

Glancing along the spangled green;--

If you have seen all this and more,

God bless me! what a deal you've seen!

16-03-22

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, March 27, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: opening to more love.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on opening to more love.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we open to even more love. 

Blessings, and love to you.  I am eternally grateful.

16-03-21

To answer the person who wrote in with a question regarding seeing different colour lights.  Congratulations!  This is a sign that your connection to spirit is strong and getting stronger.  The lights are not so much about judgement as they are about love.  Light is love.  Love is.  At anytime, you can ask your higher self to give you more information about what you are seeing.  Your higher self is how you connect to God.  Your higher self knows your soul purpose, so you can trust the guidance implicitly.  The way to connect with your higher self is to go within, quiet your mind, and listen.  Listen to what comes forth - it could be a word, an  image, a feeling.  Follow what comes up.  Have fun with it.  This is between you and you.  It really is a wonderful and exciting thing you are experiencing!  If you feel called to, please write back with an update.  In the meantime, I hope this helps.  Take care and blessings.

16-03-21

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION 

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, March 27, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is: opening to more love.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on opening to more love.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we open to even more love. 

Blessings, and love to you.  I am eternally grateful.

16-03-18

We close out the week with a beautiful poem by Rumi called 'A Star Without A Name'.  Happy days to you, and blessings and love!

A Star Without A Name

When a baby is taken from the wet nurse,

it easily forgets her

and starts eating solid food.

Seeds feed awhile on ground,

then lift up into the sun.

So you should taste the filtered light

and work your way toward wisdom

with no personal covering.

That's how you came here, like a star

without a name.  Move across the night sky

with those anonymous lights.

16-03-16

Please find below Rainer Maria Rilke's "Wheel of God".  Here's to revolving nearer to the centre. Love and joy to you! 

Wheel of God

You are a wheel at which I stand,
whose dark spokes sometimes catch me up,
revolve me nearer to the center.
Then all the work I put my hand to
widens from turn to turn.

16-03-14

A special poem for a special day.  Hafiz's We Might Have to Medicate You (translated by Daniel Ladinsky) - a reminder that we are never separate from God.  Love to you always. 

We Might Have To Medicate You

Resist your temptation to lie

By speaking of separation from God,

Otherwise,

We might have to medicate

You.

In the ocean

A lot goes on beneath your eyes.

Listen,

They have clinics there too

For the insane

Who persist in saying things like:

"I am independent from the

Sea,

God is not always around

Gently 

Pressing against

My body."

16-03-10

In honour of women everywhere, here is Maya Angelou's 'Phenomenal Woman'.  Let's usher in even more divine feminine energy!  Blessings and love to you. ♡

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.

I say,

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It's the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say,

It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

16-03-07

Today I enclose a poem called "Late Fragment" by Raymond Carver.  Wishing we all feel beloved on the earth.  Blessings and love to you.  

Late Fragment

And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did.

And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

16-03-04

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, March 06, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is receiving love.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on receiving love.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we receive the love that is all around us.

Blessings, and love to you.  I am eternally grateful.

16-03-03

Love to you all and many blessings.  Today, may we gather our many selves together.  The inspiration? A poem called 'Pairs of Shoes' by Nguyen Quyen, translated by Ben Tran.  Enjoy. ♡

Pairs of Shoes 

My future lives come to me in dreams 
Come silently with torn soles. 
I am like a skilled shoemaker 
Greeting the wandering breath of these feet. 

These dreams-my other selves 
Sprawl out to sleep like a litter of puppies, 
Pinches of ashy fur standing up in tufts 
Their young hair like hens fluffed feathers 
They lie on their stomachs, pressing against my shadow. 

Pairs of shoes from yesterday will come tomorrow 
Am I their native land, or a land foreign to them? 
Their house, or an inn? 
Which road guided them to me? 

Tonight I decide to open myself to these dreams, 
As anxious for their arrival as a child yearning for milk. 
Perhaps fireflies will draw them in a different direction 
And perhaps the shoes are no longer ripped. 

I feel as empty as a new-born creature. 
I spread out like a homeless evening 
To meet these footprints turning toward me.

16-03-01

Today, I enclose the Hail Mary prayer.  This prayer is a wonderful way to call forth the divine feminine and christ consciousness energies that are so prevalent right now.  It is my personal feeling that none of us are sinners.  We are all light.  We are all love.  Therefore,  I change the wording slightly at the end.  Blessings and love to you.  I am yours always, in faithful prayer.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

Our Lord is with you.

Blessed are you among women,

and blessed is the fruit of your womb,

Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us,

now and forever.

Amen.

16-02-29

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, March 06, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is receiving love.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on receiving love.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we receive the love that is all around us.

Blessings, and love to you.  I am eternally grateful.

16-02-25

Today I enclose the song lyrics of "How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)" by James Taylor. I wish you sweet love and a beautiful day. ♡

How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)

How sweet it is to be loved by you.

How sweet it is to be loved by you.

I needed the shelter of someone's arms and there you were.

I needed someone to understand my ups and downs and there you were.

With sweet love and devotion, deeply touching my emotion,

I want to stop and thank you baby. I want to stop and thank you baby.

How sweet it is to be loved by you. 

How sweet it is to be loved by you.

I close my eyes at night wondering where would I be without you in my life.

Everything I did was just a bore, everywhere I went it seems I'd been there before.

But you brighten up for me all of my days with a love so sweet in so many ways,

I want to stop and thank you baby, I just want to stop and thank you baby.

How sweet it is to be loved by you, feels so fine. How sweet it is to be loved by you.

You were better for me than I was for myself,

for me, there's you and there ain't nobody else,

I want to stop and thank you baby. I just want to stop and thank you baby, yes I do,

how sweet it is to be loved by you. How sweet it is to be loved by you.

Feels so fine, how sweet it is to be loved by you.

Just like jelly baby, oh yeah, how sweet it is to be loved by you.

Just like honey to the bee, babe, how sweet it is to be loved by you.

16-02-24

From Pablo Neruda, a poem called "Poetry." I love how he describes being caught up by the wonders of co-creating with spirit, God, source - that unexplainable force that calls us to our purpose.  Wishing you joy and love.

Poetry

And it was at that age...Poetry arrived

in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where

it came from, from winter or a river.

I don't know how or when,

no, they were not voices, they were not

words, nor silence,

but from a street I was summoned,

from the branches of night,

abruptly from the others,

among violent fires

or returning alone,

there I was without a face

and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth

had no way

with names

my eyes were blind,

and something started in my soul,

fever or forgotten wings,

and I made my own way,

deciphering

that fire

and I wrote the first faint line,

faint, without substance, pure

nonsense,

pure wisdom

of someone who knows nothing,

and suddenly I saw

the heavens

unfastened

and open,

planets,

palpitating planations,

shadow perforated,

riddled

with arrows, fire and flowers,

the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesimal being,

drunk with the great starry

void,

likeness, image of

mystery,

I felt myself a pure part

of the abyss,

I wheeled with the stars,

my heart broke free on the open sky.

16-02-22

A poem for you today called 'The Heavenly Grass' by Tennessee Williams.  I have the same itch!  Love to you and blessings.

Heavenly Grass 

My feet took a walk in heavenly grass. 
All day while the sky shone clear as glass. 
My feet took a walk in heavenly grass, 
All night while the lonesome stars rolled past. 
Then my feet come down to walk on earth, 
And my mother cried when she give me birth. 
Now my feet walk far and my feet walk fast, 
But they still got an itch for heavenly grass. 
But they still got an itch for heavenly grass. 

16-02-19

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, February 21, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is releasing fear.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on releasing your fears to God.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we release our fears.

Blessings, and love to you.  I am eternally grateful.

16-02-18

Today, I enclose a poem by Alice Walker called "We Alone". I love the way she contemplates and questions what we choose to  value.  May you have a joyous day.

We alone can devalue gold

by not caring

if it falls or rises 

in the marketplace.

Wherever there is gold

there is a chain, you know, 

and if your chain 

is gold 

so much the worse for you.

Feathers, shells 

and sea-shaped stones 

are all as rare.

This could be our revolution: 

to love what is plentiful 

as much as 

what's scarce.

16-02-16

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, February 21, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is releasing fear.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on releasing your fears to God.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we release our fears.

Blessings, and love to you.  I am eternally grateful.

16-02-10

Good morning, beautiful day!  I offer to you this poem called 'God Speaks to Each of Us' by Rainer Maria Rilke.  I hope that for today, we can 'let it all happen to us.'  Love and blessings to you.

God Speaks to Each of Us

God speaks to each of us before we are, 
Before he's formed us then, in cloudy speech, 
But only then, he speaks these words to each 
And silently walks with us from the dark: 

Driven by your senses, dare 
To the edge of longing. Grow 
Like a fire's shadowcasting glare 
Behind assembled things, so you can spread 
Their shapes on me as clothes. 
Don't leave me bare. 

Let it all happen to you: beauty and dread. 
Simply go no feeling is too much 
And only this way can we stay in touch. 

Near here is the land 
That they call Life. 
You'll know when you arrive 
By how real it is. 

Give me your hand.

16-02-08

I heard this song the other day and it filled me with so much hope and happiness I wanted to share it with you.  I love the contagious feeling of freedom and togetherness. Thank you, Cat Stevens, for this joyful song.  Lots of love to you and best wishes.♡  

Peace Train 

Now I've been happy lately, thinking about the good things to come

And I believe it could be, something good has begun

Oh I've been smiling lately, dreaming about the world as one

And I believe it could be, some day it's going to come

Cause out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train

Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again

Now I've been smiling lately, thinking about the good things to come

And I believe it could be, something good has begun

Oh peace train sounding louder

Glide on the peace train

Come on now peace train

Yes, peace train holy roller

Everyone jump upon the peace train
Come on now peace train

Get your bags together, go bring your good friends too
Cause it's getting nearer, it soon will be with you

Now come and join the living, it's not so far from you
And it's getting nearer, soon it will all be true

Now I've been crying lately, thinking about the world as it is

Why must we go on hating, why can't we live in bliss

Cause out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train

Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again

♡

16-02-05

I love this poem called "Always for the first time" by Andre Breton.  I think it's a beautiful and swirling depiction of the mysteries of love.  Enjoy.  I love you today, and always.

Always for the first time 

Always for the first time 
Hardly do I know you by sight 
You return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my window 
A wholly imaginary house 
It is there that from one second to the next 
In the inviolate darkness 
I anticipate once more the fascinating rift occuring 
The one and only rift 
In the facade and in my heart 
The closer I come to you 
In reality 
The more the key sings at the door of the unknown room 
Where you appear alone before me 
At first you coalesce entirely with the brightness 
The elusive angle of a curtain 
It's a field of jasmine I gazed upon at dawn on a road in the vicinity of Grasse 
With the diagonal slant of its girls picking 
Behind them the dark falling wing of the plants stripped bare 
Before them a T-square of dazzling light 
The curtain invisibly raised 
In a frenzy all the flowers swarm back in 
It is you at grips with that too long hour never dim enough until sleep 
You as though you could be 
The same except that I shall perhaps never meet you 
You pretend not to know I am watching you 
Marvelously I am no longer sure you know 
Your idleness brings tears to my eyes 
A swarm of interpretations surrounds each of your gestures 
It's a honeydew hunt 
There are rocking chairs on a deck there are branches that may well scratch you in the forest 
There are in a shop window in the rue Notre-Dame-de-Lorette 
Two lovely crossed legs caught in long stockings 
Flaring out in the center of a great white clover 
There is a silken ladder rolled out over the ivy 
There is 
By my leaning over the precipice 
Of your presence and your absense in hopeless fusion 
My finding the secret 
Of loving you 
Always for the first time

16-02-03

Here's to remembering the gifts from the earth - Pablo Neruda's 'You Will Remember...' Wishing you an abundant day full of magic and wonder.  Love and blessings to you. ♡

You will remember that leaping stream 

where sweet aromas rose and trembled, 

and sometimes a bird, wearing water 

and slowness, its winter feathers.

You will remember those gifts from the earth:

indelible scents, gold clay, 

weeds in the thicket and crazy roots, 

magical thorns like swords. 

You'll remember the bouquet you picked, 

shadows and silent water, 

bouquet like a foam-covered stone. 

That time was like never, and like always. 

So we go there, where nothing is waiting; 

we find everything waiting there.

16-02-01

Today, we have a poem by Hafiz called "A Potted Plant".  I love the relationship with the earth Hafiz conjures in this poem.  I love the call to prayer.  Enjoy!  

A Potted Plant

I pull a sun from my coin purse each day.

And at night I let my pet the moon

Run freely into the sky meadow.

If I whistled,

She would turn her head and look at me.

If I then waved my arms,

She would come back wagging a marvelous tail 

Of stars.

There are always a few men like me

In this world

Who are house-sitting for God.

We share His royal duties:

I water each day a favorite potted plant

Of His--

This earth.

Ask the Friend for love.

Ask Him again.

For I have learned that every heart will get

What it prays for

Most.

16-01-29

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, January 31, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is self-love and acceptance.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on feelings of love and acceptance.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we strengthen our link to spirit through self-love and acceptance.

Blessings, and love to you.  I am eternally grateful.

16-01-27

I love how this poem activates my inner world.  Truly, we are never alone.  May today grace you with the beauty of these daffodils.  Blessings and love to you. Poem by William Wordsworth. 

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

16-01-25

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, January 31, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is self-love and acceptance.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on feelings of love and acceptance.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we strengthen our link to spirit through self-love and acceptance.

Blessings, and love to you.  I am eternally grateful.  

16-01-21

Today, I share with you 'Love After Love' by Derek Walcott.  I love the notion of cultivating this kind of loving relationship with ourselves.  Sending love and light to you and your families. ♡

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

And say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

16-01-19

A beautiful poem for you today called 'Address at Simon Fraser (excerpt)' by P.K. Page.   Enjoy!

If we'll but give it time, a work of art

'can rap and knock and enter in our souls'

and re-align us - all our molecules -

to make us whole again.  A work of art,

could, 'had we but world enough and time',

portray for us - all Paradise apart -

'the face (we) had/before the world was made',

or, to compound the image, verify

Plato's invisible reality.

But is there enough time? This turning world

we call our home, or notre pays - could

become inimical to humankind -

humanunkind as cummings might have said -

in fewer years than I have walked this earth.

So, what is there to tell you?  Only this.

'Imagination is the star in man'.

Read woman, if you wish. And though we are trapped in

the body of an animal, 

we're half angelic, and our angel ear,

which hears the music of the spheres, can hear

the planet's message, dark, admonishing,

as the archaic torso of Apollo

admonished Rilke, "You must change your life."

Art and the planet tell us.  Change your life.

16-01-15

I love the lyrics of this song.  Wishing you a bright and sunny day wherever you are.  I love you always. (Songwriters: W. Axl Rose, West Arkeen, Saul Hudson, Duff Rose McKagan, Izzy Straddling, Steven Adler.)

It's so easy to fall in love

People tell me love's for fools
Here I go, breaking all the rules
It seems so easy
Yeah, so doggone easy
Oh, it seems so easy
Yeah, where you're concerned
My heart can learn
Oh-oh-oh

It's so easy to fall in love
It's so easy to fall in love

Look into your heart and see
What your love book has set aside for me

It seems so easy
Yeah, so doggone easy
Oh, it seems so easy
Yeah, where you're concerned
My heart can learn
Oh-oh-oh

It's so easy to fall in love
It's so easy to fall in love

It seems so easy
Oh, so doggone easy
Yeah, it seems so easy
Oh, where you're concerned
My heart can learn

It's so easy to fall in love
It's so easy to fall in love
It's so easy to fall in love
It's so easy to fall in love
It's so easy to fall in love (Wa-uh-oh)
It's so easy to fall in love

16-01-11

A poem for you today by Rumi - Out Beyond Ideas... Enjoy your day and know that I am sending love to you.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field.  I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other

doesn't make any sense.

16-01-06

Dear Friends,

I love you so very much, and I am eternally grateful for your presence on this website.  

When I began this prayer site, I was under the impression that it was to help each person, individually.  Lately however, guidance has been telling me that while I am indeed helping people as individuals, the prayer website has evolved into a network in and of itself with the sole purpose of uniting us as one.  

I felt guided to communicate this today, although I am not sure I have found the exact words yet to describe what this oneness network really means.  I will write more on this at a later date.  

Until then, I invite you to tune into the energies of what this website is offering - a place for all of us to share; a place for all of us to help one another.  

I love this new awareness.  It deepens my understanding of the power we all have to contribute to an overarching love vibration, no matter our circumstances.  As we show up here, we unite as One Love.  

Thank you for the opportunity to share my thoughts.  Blessings and love to you always. ♡

16-01-04

Blessings and love and a poem by Hafiz called Some Fill with each Good Rain. (Translated by Daniel Ladinsky.)

There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.

In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That "love" is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.

Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.

There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far, far too deep
For that.

15-12-29

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, January 3, 2016 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is sending light to darkness.   

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on sending light where there is none.  Together, we amplify this vibration for the world.  

Please join me in prayer as we send light into the darkness.

Blessings and love and happy new year!

15-12-24

Blessings to you and yours.  May your season be filled with light and love! ("O Come All Ye Faithful" is attributed to various authors - John Francis Wade, John Reading, & King John IV of Portugal.)

O Come All Ye Faithful

O come, all ye faithful,

Joyful and triumphant,

O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem.

Come and behold Him,

Born the King of Angels!

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him,

Christ the Lord.

Sing, alleluia,

All ye choirs of angels;

O sing, all ye blissful ones of heav'n above.

Glory to God 

In the highest glory!

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him,

Christ the Lord.

Yea, Lord, we greet Thee,

Born this happy morning;

Jesus, to Thee be the glory giv'n;

Word of the Father,

Now in the flesh appearing,

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him,

Christ the Lord.

15-12-22

Another gorgeous song for you today. Be in joy.  (Lyrics by Noël Regney and music by Gloria Shayne Baker.)

Do You Hear What I Hear?

Said the night wind to the little lamb,

do you see what I see

Way up in the sky, little lamb,

do you see what I see

A star, a star, dancing in the night

With a tail as big as a kite

With a tail as big as a kite

Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy,

do you hear what I hear

Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy,

do you hear what I hear

A song, a song, high above the trees

With a voice as big as the sea

With a voice as big as the sea

Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king,

do you know what I know

In your palace warm, mighty king,

do you know what I know

A Child, a Child shivers in the cold

Let us bring Him silver and gold

Let us bring Him silver and gold

Said the king to the people everywhere,

listen to what I say

Pray for peace, people everywhere!

listen to what I say

The Child, the Child, sleeping in the night

He will bring us goodness and light

He will bring us goodness and light

15-12-21

Dear Friends, many thanks for another perfect group prayer session on Sunday.  Today, I share a beautiful song with you.  It reminds me how every day is a holy day,  every night is a holy night.  Blessings and love to you. (Composed by Adolphe Adam.  Words by Placide Cappeau.)

O holy night!

The stars are brightly shining

It is the night of the dear Savior's birth!

Long lay the world in sin and error pining

Till he appear'd and the soul felt its worth.

A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!

Fall on your knees

Oh hear the angel voices

Oh night divine

Oh night when Christ was born

Oh night divine

Oh night divine

Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming

With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand

So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming

Here come the wise men from Orient land

The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger

In all our trials born to be our friend

Truly He taught us to love one another

His law is love and His gospel is peace

Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother

And in His name all oppression shall cease

Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,

Let all within us praise His holy name

15-12-18

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, December 20, 2015 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is love.   

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on a feeling of love for all.  Together, we will send this vibration out to the world.  

Please join me as we hold a space of 'love' for humanity.

Blessings and love.

15-12-15

Today, a poem for you called "On Angels" by Czeslaw Milosz.  Injoy! 

All was taken away from you: white dresses,                    

wings, even existence.         

Yet I believe you,

messengers.

There, where the world is turned inside out,

a heavy fabric embroidered with stars and beasts,

you stroll, inspecting the trustworthy seems.

Short is your stay here:

now and then at a matinal hour, if the sky is clear,

in a melody repeated by a bird,

or in the smell of apples at close of day

when the light makes the orchards magic.

They say somebody has invented you

but to me this does not sound convincing

for the humans invented themselves as well.

The voice -- no doubt it is a valid proof,

as it can belong only to radiant creatures,

weightless and winged (after all, why not?),

girdled with the lightening.

I have heard that voice many a time when asleep

and, what is strange, I understood more or less

an order or an appeal in an unearthly tongue:

day draw near

another one

do what you can.

15-12-14

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, December 20, 2015 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is love.   

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on a feeling of love for all.  Together, we will send this vibration out to the world.  

Please join me as we hold a space of 'love' for humanity.

Blessings and love.

15-12-08

A poem for you today by Hafiz called I Know The Way You Can Get.  Translated by Daniel Ladinsky. Blessings and love to you.

I know the way you can get

When you have not had a drink of Love:

Your face hardens,

Your sweet muscles cramp.

Children become concerned

About a strange look that appears in your eyes

Which even begins to worry your own mirror

And nose.

Squirrels and birds sense your sadness

And call an important conference in a tall tree.

They decide which secret code to chant

To help your mind and soul.

Even angels fear that brand of madness

That arrays itself against the world

And throws sharp stones and spears into

The innocent

And into one's self.

O I know the way you can get

If you have not been drinking Love:

You might rip apart

Every sentence your friends and teachers say,

Looking for hidden clauses.

You might weigh every word on a scale

Like a dead fish.

You might pull out a ruler to measure

From every angle in your darkness

The beautiful dimensions of a heart you once

Trusted.

I know the way you can get

If you have not had a drink from Love's Hands.

That is why all the Great Ones speak of

The vital need

To keep remembering God,

So you will come to know and see Him

As being so Playful

And Wanting,

Just Wanting to help.

That is why Hafiz says:

Bring your cup near me.

For all I care about

Is quenching your thirst for freedom!

All a Sane man can ever care about

Is giving Love! 

15-12-03

A poem for you today from Rumi.  I am with you in joy and in love.  Blessings.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.

Don't go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want.

Don't go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the doorsill

where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.

Don't go back to sleep.

15-12-01

Dear Friends.  We are eternal.  I love how this poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye expresses the sentiment.  Love and blessings to you.

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

15-11-26

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, November 29, 2015 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is gratitude.   

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on a feeling of gratitude for all energies.  Together, we will send this vibration out to the world.  

Please join me as we hold a space of 'gratitude'.

Blessings and love and eternal thanks to you!

15-11-24

Hello Friends.  Below is a poem called "The Apple Orchard" by Rainer Maria Rilke.  Enjoy!

Come let us watch the sun go down and walk in twilight through the orchard's green.

Does it not seem as if we had for long collected, saved and harbored within us old memories? To find releases and seek new hopes, remembering half-forgotten joys, mingled with darkness coming from within, as we randomly voice our thoughts aloud wandering beneath these harvest-laden trees reminiscent of Durer woodcuts, branches which, bent under the fully ripened fruit, wait patiently, trying to outlast, to serve another season's hundred days of toil, straining, uncomplaining, by not breaking but succeeding, even though the burden should at times seem almost past endurance.

Not to falter! Not to be found wanting! 

Thus must it be, when willingly you strive throughout a long and uncomplaining life, committed to one goal: to give yourself! And silently to grow and to bear fruit.

15-11-18

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, November 22, 2015 at 9:00 am EST.  

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is peace.   

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on a feeling of peace for all.  Together, we will send this vibration out to the world.  

Please join me as we hold a space of 'peace' for humanity.

Blessings and love.

15-11-16

A poem by Hafiz entitled "All the Hemispheres." Translated by Daniel Ladinsky.  Love to you all.  

Leave the familiar for a while.

Let your senses and bodies stretch out

Like a welcomed season

Onto the meadows and shores and hills.

Open up to the Roof.

Make a new water-mark on your excitement

And love.

Like a blooming night flower,

Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness

And giving

Upon our intimate assembly.

Change rooms in your mind for a day.

All the hemispheres in existence

Lie beside an equator

In your heart.

Greet Yourself

In your thousand other forms

As you mount the hidden tide and travel

Back home.

All the hemispheres in heaven

Are sitting around a fire

Chatting

While stitching themselves together

Into the Great Circle inside of

You.

15-11-14

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, November 15, 2015 at 9:00 am EST.   (I realize this is short notice and I apologize.  Many prayer requests coming in for Paris.)

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic is peace.   

This prayer session will focus on sending love and light to Paris and to all of those involved in the events of November 13, 2015.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit quietly and focus your attention on a feeling of peace for all.  Together, we will send this vibration out to the world.  

Please join me as we hold a space of 'peace' for humanity.

Blessings and love.

15-11-12

A poem for you today entitled "Love Is Enough" by William Morris.  I hope you enjoy it.  I hope it may be a comfort to you. Peace and love.

Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,

Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,

And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter:

The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.

15-11-09

A poem by Emily Dickinson entitled "If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking."  Blessings to you all, and love.  

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

15-11-05

Dear Friends,

We have a "knowing" inside that guides us.  Let yours guide you, no matter what anybody says.  Follow your heart and you will align with the truth of who you are.

Blessings and love to you.

15-11-03

A poem for you today called "Do not be ashamed" by Wendell Berry.

You will be walking some night in the comfortable dark of your yard and suddenly a great light will shine round about you, and behind you will be a wall you never saw before.

It will be clear to you suddenly that you were about to escape, and that you are guilty: you misread the complex instructions, you are not a member, you lost your card or never had one.
And you will know that they have been there all along, their eyes on your letters and books, their hands in your pockets, their ears wired to your bed.

Though you have done nothing shameful, they will want you to be ashamed.

They will want you to kneel and weep and say you should have been like them.

And once you say you are ashamed, reading the page they hold out to you, then such light as you have made in your history will leave you.

They will no longer need to pursue you.

You will pursue them, begging forgiveness.

They will not forgive you.

There is no power against them.

It is only candor that is aloof from them, only an inward clarity, unashamed, that they cannot reach.
Be ready.

When their light has picked you out and their questions are asked, say to them: "I am not ashamed.
" A sure horizon will come around you.
The heron will begin his evening flight from the hilltop."

15-10-28

A beautiful poem by Swami Vivekananda called "Soul of Light."

I look behind and after

And find that all is right,

In my deepest sorrows

There is a soul of light.

15-10-26

For today, a poem by Rumi entitled "There is a Way".  Love to you.

There is a way between voice and presence

where information flows.

In disciplined silence it opens.

With wandering talk it closes.

15-10-23

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, October 25, 2015 at 9:00 am EST.   

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic I have chosen for our fifth group prayer is cancer.   

This prayer session will focus on the perfect health of any individuals who have this disease.  

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit peacefully and focus your attention on sending love and light.  

Please join me as we remember and strengthen our inherent perfect health.

Blessings and love.

15-10-21

For your enjoyment today - a poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox entitled "Love's Language".

How does Love speak?

In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye--
The smile that proves the parent to a sigh
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache,
While new emotions, like strange barges, make
Along vein-channels their disturbing course;
Still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force--
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the avoidance of that which we seek--
The sudden silence and reserve when near--
The eye that glistens with an unshed tear--
The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
As the alarmed heart leaps in the breast,
And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest--
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek--
The haughty heart grown humble; in the tender
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendor;
In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
In all fair things to one beloved face;
In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
In looks and lips that can no more dissemble--
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the wild words that uttered seem so weak
They shrink ashamed in silence; in the fire
Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher,
Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm;
In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
Impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins,
Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss--
Thus doth Love speak.

15-10-16

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, October 25, 2015 at 9:00 am EST.   

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic I have chosen for our fifth group prayer is cancer.   

This prayer session will focus on the perfect health of any individuals who have this disease.  

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit peacefully and focus your attention on sending love and light.  

Please join me as we remember and strengthen our inherent perfect health.

Blessings and love.

15-10-15

Another beautiful song for you today.  I love how the sentiment is about choice and intention: "Bring me Sunshine!"  Composed by Arthur Kent.  Lyrics by Sylvia Dee.

Bring me sunshine in your smile
Bring me laughter all the while
In this world where we live
There should be more happiness
All the joy can give
To each brand new bright tomorrow
Make me happy through the years
Never bring me any tears

Let your arms be as warm
As the sun from up above
Bring me fun, bring me sunshine, bring me love

Bring me sunshine in your eye
Bring me a rainbow from the sky
Life's too short to be spent having anything but fun
We can be so content if we gather little rainbows
Make me happy all the long
And I'll keep singing my happy songs

Let your arms be as warm
As the sun from up above
Bring me fun, bring me sunshine, bring me love

Make me happy all long
And I'll keep on singing my happy songs

Let your arms be as warm
As the sun from up above
Bring me fun, bring me sunshine, bring me love

15-10-08

I love this song written by Dolly Parton.  I can't get the lyrics out of my head.  I enclose here for your enjoyment.  Lots of love to you!

Back through the years                                                                   I go wonderin' once again

Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags to use
There were rags of many colors
Every piece was small
And I didn't have a coat
And it was way down in the fall
Momma sewed the rags together
Sewin' every piece with love
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud of
As she sewed, she told a story
From the bible, she had read
About a coat of many colors
Joseph wore and then she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness
And I just couldn't wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss

My coat of many colors
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags
But I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money
I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

So with patches on my britches
Holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

And oh I couldn't understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch
And I told 'em all the story
Momma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothes

But they didn't understand it
And I tried to make them see
That one is only poor
Only if they choose to be
Now I know we had no money
But I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
Made just for me

15-10-07

For your contemplation today, a poem be e.e. cummings.  Love and blessings to you.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in                                      my heart)i am never without it(anywhere                                  i go you go my dear; and whatever is done                                by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

15-10-02

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, October 4, 2015 at 9:00 am EST.   

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic I have chosen for our fourth group prayer is loving relationships.   This prayer session will focus on the love we have for the people in our lives.  We are all one.  We are all love.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit peacefully in a field of love and light.  Our energies will find each other.  I am so looking forward to this connection with all of you.

Please join me as we pray for our relationships with others.

We are stronger when we come together.

Blessings and love.

15-10-01

A member of our community requested the Serenity Prayer.  I have included it here for all of us to enjoy.  Blessings to you, and love. Words by Reinhold Niebuhr.

Serenity Prayer

God grant me the serenity 
to accept the things I cannot change; 
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference. 

Living one day at a time;       

Enjoying one moment at a time;    

Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;    

Taking, as He did, this sinful world        

as it is, not as I would have it;   

Trusting that He will make all things right   

if I surrender to His Will;     

That I may be reasonably happy in this life  

and supremely happy with Him  

Forever in the next.

Amen.

15-09-30

For your contemplation today, a poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Enjoy!

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. 

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height 

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight 

For the ends of being and ideal grace. 

I love thee to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. 

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. 

I love thee with the passion put to use 

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. 

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose 

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, 

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, 

I shall but love thee better after death.

15-09-25

You are perfect and I love you. 

15-09-24

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, October 4, 2015 at 9:00 am EST.   

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic I have chosen for our fourth group prayer is loving relationships.   This prayer session will focus on the love we have for the people in our lives.  We are all one.  We are all love.

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit peacefully in a field of love and light.  Our energies will find each other.  I am so looking forward to this connection with all of you.

Please join me as we pray for our relationships with others.

Blessings and love.

15-09-21

For your contemplation - this poem by Rumi.  Love to you!

Come, come, whoever you are.

Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.

It doesn't matter.

Ours is not a caravan of despair.

Come, even if you have broken your vow

a thousand times

Come, yet again, come, come.

15-09-17

God is always there for us.  

Go inside and listen. You may not hear a voice, but you will feel a resonance in your soul.  That "knowing" is the God within.

Today, I pray we listen to our soul to know the God within.

Much love to all!

15-09-14

Thank you to those who participated in Sunday's Group Prayer.  It was wonderful to contemplate self-love with you all.

I will be in touch later in the week with details on our next Group Prayer.  The topic will be relationships.

Many prayers for a day full of love!

15-09-11

REMINDER - GROUP PRAYER INVITATION

Please join our prayer group on Sunday, September 13, 2015 at 9:00 am EST.   

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic I have chosen for our third group prayer is self-love.   This prayer session will focus on strengthening the love we have for our selves.  An increased awareness of self-love translates into even greater love for others.  

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit peacefully in a field of love and light.  Our energies will find each other.  I am so looking forward to this connection with all of you.

Please join me as we pray for self-love.

Blessings and love.

15-09-09

Praying we all get "lost in the Call" today.  

For your enjoyment, please find a poem by Rumi below. 

Be Lost in the Call 

Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?

Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you've never seen the face.

Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw, 
and a mirror might be revealed.

Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.

My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?

We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn't want a crown or robe from God's grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.

Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ass?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.

Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.

15-09-04

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION

Dear Friends,

I invite you to join me for a group prayer on Sunday, September 13, 2015 at 9:00 am EST.   

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic I have chosen for our third group prayer is self-love.   This prayer session will focus on strengthening the love we have for our selves.  An increased awareness of self-love translates into even greater love for others.  

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit peacefully in a field of love and light.  Our energies will find each other.  I am so looking forward to this connection with all of you.

Please join me as we pray for self-love.

Blessings and love.

15-09-01

What do you think about as you fall asleep at night?  

I was contemplating this the other day when I realized the things I think about before sleep are not so different from the bedtime prayer I remember from my childhood.  I have included it here for your enjoyment.

I love you, and I thank you for being a light in my life.

Now I lay me down to sleep.
 I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
 If I should die before I wake,
 I pray to God my soul to take.
 If I should live for other days,
 I pray the Lord to guide my ways.

Father, unto thee I pray,
 Thou hast guarded me all day;
 Safe I am while in thy sight,
 Safely let me sleep tonight.
 Bless my friends, the whole world bless;
 Help me to learn helpfulness;
 Keep me ever in thy sight;
 So to all I say good night.

15-08-25

This poem popped into my head this morning.  Thought I would share it with you.  Words by Hafiz; translated by Daniel Ladinsky.

Don't surrender your loneliness so quickly.

Let it cut more deep.

Let it ferment and season you

As few human or even divine ingredients can.

Something missing in my heart tonight

Has made my eyes so soft,

My voice so tender,

My need of God

Absolutely

Clear.

15-08-19

God is always available to hear our prayer requests and assist us when we need it.

Today, I pray we ask the question:

God, what can I do for you?

Sending love and light to you all.

15-08-17

The group prayer yesterday was lovely.  Many thanks!

The next group prayer will be in two weeks time. I will be in touch with the details.

Love to all.  

15-08-13

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

Dear Friends,

I invite you to join me for a group prayer on Sunday, August 16, 2015 at 9:00 am EST.   

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic I have chosen for our second group prayer is strengthening our connection to the God within.   At the core of our being, we are God.  This prayer session will focus on the light and love we hold inside.   

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit peacefully in a field of love and light.  Our energies will find each other.  I am so looking forward to this connection with all of you.

Please join me as we pray to strengthen our connection to our God within.

Much love to you and many thanks.  

15-08-12

A member of our group requested the Prayer of St. Augustine.  I thought the sentiment might be enjoyed by others as well.  Please find it below:

Prayer of St. Augustine

Lord Jesus, let me know myself and know Thee,

And desire nothing save only Thee.

Let me hate myself and love Thee.

Let me do everything for the sake of Thee.

Let me humble myself and exalt Thee.

Let me think nothing except Thee.

Let me die to myself and live in Thee.

Let me accept whatever happens as from Thee.

Let me banish self and follow Thee,

and ever desire to follow Thee.

Let me fly from myself and take refuge in Thee,

that I may deserve to be defended by Thee.

Let me fear for myself, let me fear Thee,

and let me be among those who are chosen by Thee.

Let me distrust myself and put my trust in Thee.

Let me be willing to obey for the sake of Thee.

Let me cling to nothing save only to Thee,

and let me be poor because of Thee.

Call me that I may see Thee,

And forever enjoy Thee. 

15-08-10

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION

Dear Friends,

I invite you to join me for a group prayer on Sunday, August 16, 2015 at 9:00 am EST.   

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic I have chosen for our second group prayer is strengthening our connection to the God within.   At the core of our being, we are God.  This prayer session will focus on the light and love we hold inside.   

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit peacefully in a field of love and light.  Our energies will find each other.  I am so looking forward to this connection with all of you.

Please join me as we pray to strengthen our connection to our God within.

Much love to you and many thanks.  

15-08-05

At the core of our beings we are identical.  We are exactly the same as each other.  

Because, at the core of our beings, we are all love.  

Today, I pray we see our fellow beings as equal and I pray we appreciate each other for who we really are, which is love. 

15-08-04

Greetings Dear Friends,

The lyrics of this song keep ringing in my head and so I thought I would share them with you.

"I can't give you anything but love, baby.                                    That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby."

The song rings true!  Love is all we have to give.  Love is everything we are, and our capacity to give and receive love is limitless.

As you go about your day today, I wish you this much love and more. ♡

(song lyrics by: Jimmy Mchugh, Dorothy Fields)

15-08-02

Many thanks to all who participated in this morning's group prayer.  I loved the time with you all, and I want to do it again!  I will set a date for a few weeks time.  

Thank you, thank you, thank you and many blessings!

15-07-31

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION - REMINDER

I invite you to join me for a group prayer on Sunday, August 2, 2015 at 9:00 am EST.   

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic I have chosen for our inaugural group prayer is health and well-being.  This can be physical, emotional, spiritual - everything and anything  to do with reclaiming our vibrant health and well-being.  

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit peacefully in a field of love and light.  Our energies will find each other.  I am so looking forward to this connection with all of you.

Please join me as we pray for the health and well-being of each other.

If you can not participate at this time - pray when you can with the intention of connecting with the group.  You will find us.  

Much love to you and many thanks.  

15-07-28

You are perfect in every way.  You are a perfect expression of God.

Today, I pray we remember our perfection.

Love to all. ♡

15-07-24

GROUP PRAYER INVITATION

Dear Friends,

I invite you to join me for a group prayer on Sunday, August 2, 2015 at 9:00 am EST.   

We will pray together for 30 min.  The topic I have chosen for our inaugural group prayer is health and well-being.  This can be physical, emotional, spiritual - everything and anything  to do with reclaiming our vibrant health and well-being.  

If you are called participate, all you have to do is sit peacefully in a field of love and light.  Our energies will find each other.  I am so looking forward to this connection with all of you.

Please join me as we pray for the health and well-being of each other.

Much love to you and many thanks.  

15-07-23

I came upon this poem recently and thought I would share it with you.  The words are by Hafiz.

Run my dear,

From anything

That may not strengthen

Your precious budding wings.

Run like hell my dear,

From anyone likely

To put a sharp knife

Into the sacred, tender vision

Of your beautiful heart.

15-07-20

Hello Dear Friends,

Today as I was praying a message came to me and I thought I would pass it along to you as a gentle reminder.

We are pure love.  

We have done nothing wrong.  We are not bad.  We didn't do anything in error to deserve this life we have.  

We are pure love in every single moment.  That is how God sees us.    

Let's feel this love so profoundly today that all our troubles dissappear, even if it's just for a moment.  

Much love to you.

15-07-14

Today I pray we feel and know our innate joy.  We are this joy and so much more.  This is who we are.

Blessing to all with love.

15-07-08

Today, I pray for release from burden, whatever it may be.  I pray we feel peace and contentment and bliss, knowing that we are one with God.

Lots of love to you.

15-06-30

How do you talk about yourself?  Do you say kind and loving things or do you say the opposite?  

Today I pray we are compassionate with ourselves.  I pray we love ourselves fully and completely, without judgement.

Blessings and much love.

15-06-24

God is always there to assist you.  Ask for guidance and then allow the path to be revealed.

My prayers of love and support are with you.

15-06-17

Love and accept yourself and you will be one with God.

Today, I pray we all experience a feeling of oneness with God and with all creation.

Much love to you.

15-06-15

This website is free.  There is no cost to participate.  

Please spread the word to your friends and family.  As we surrender together, we become the peace we seek.

Blessings and love to you and your families.

15-06-09

What is love?  

Love is acknowledging and accepting the best, the worst, and everything in between.   This unconditional and unwavering capacity is already within each of us.  We only have to receive it as such.  

Today, I pray we receive the love that we already are.

15-06-08

How do we let go of suffering?  

We surrender to divinity. God is with us forever and always.  We are never alone.  

15-06-05

Today, I pray we trust our relationship with spirit.  I pray we release any judgement and surrender to love.  

15-06-03

A friend shared this with me recently.  I thought I would share it with you all.  Eternal love to you.♡

The Prayer of Saint Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
 
O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life.

15-06-01

What is Christ Consciousness?  It is love for all people and all things.  

Love.  

I pray that today we are all able to feel, even for a moment, love for all people and all things.  Blessings to you.  

15-05-27

The love of God heals all.  I pray that, today, we truly feel the infinite love of God.  May that love heal us all.  Thank you.

15-05-25

Edgar Cayce once said, "You get to heaven on the arms of people you have helped."  I pray that each of us finds another person to help today. Blessings and love to you.

15-05-20

Thank you for allowing me to connect with you.  I am so honoured to be of service to you.

15-05-14

I am sending my love and prayers to everyone who is feeling a sense of hopelessness.  Please know you are not alone.  Love and light is with us at all times.  I pray we  trust that never-ending support today, and in the days to come.  

15-05-11

Today, my heart is with all families suffering from hardship.  Our relationships with others stem from the relationships we have with ourselves.  I pray we all take one step today towards deepening the love we have for ourselves.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

15-05-06

My prayers are with you.  Love to you all.

15-05-04

Thank you for sharing your lives with me.  I am so grateful for your presence.  I am sending love to you and your families and communities.  

15-04-29

Please know you are not alone.  I am here for you.  Much love to you.

15-04-27

Hello Friends.  My heart is with you all today.  Sending prayers of love and light for you and your families.  I am so grateful to be of service.  

15-04-24

I am so happy and honoured to be here for you.  Thank you for sharing your experiences with me.  Lots of love to you.

15-04-20

Hello my Friends.  Thank you for your prayers last week. I have added this "Notes" section in order to communicate with you, and also, to let you know you are not alone.  I am here for you if you need.  Much love to you all and many blessings.