After A While…

After a while you learn the subtle difference

Between holding a hand and chaining a soul.

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning

And that company does not mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts

And presents aren’t promises.

And you begin to accept your defeats

With your head held up and your eyes open.

With the grace of an adult

Not the grief of a child.

And you learn to build all your roads on today

Because tomorrows ground is too uncertain

For your plans.

After a while you learn that even sunshine

Burns if you have too much.

So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul

Instead of waiting for someone to buy you flowers.

And you will learn that you can endure

That you are really special

And that you really do have worth.

Live to learn and love yourself.

In doing so, you will learn to live.

 

Anon.

Beauly Priory Atumn Leaves

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Old Friends & Mirror Mysticism

Mirror Mysticism is seeing every creature as an image or mirror of Divinity. Each creature reveals something about God to us, beauty, humour, simplicity, complexity, kinship, love, friendship, loyalty…thus we do not have to choose God or the world. We can choose instead to simply learn to recognise and to embrace God in all that we see. This was the great understanding of the early Celtic monks and traditions of the likes of St Francis of Assisi.

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By dwelling on creatures, the mind is inflated to love the divine goodness.

We love God and know God in the mirror of God’s creatures.

Thomas Aquinas

I think the short video below about elephants Shirley and Jenny and their magical reunion illustrates this point in a heart opening way.

 

In This Place Wings Will Be Given.

 My Beloved is here.

In this breath between time, nothing exists between my Beloved and I.

He calling me to Presence, beckons me to awareness…

And I am paused in my busyness, my abstractions, my distractions…and cease movement…except for the rhythmic beating of my heart.

The veil opens and His magnificent eyes of love impart their wisdom and love, washing over me, through me,

Cleansing my confusions,

Blowing the unnecessary, the ill-informed, the mistaken away from its clinging of me, as if it never existed.

All that is, exists in this space between spaces, world between worlds, this mystical breath where

Love, Loved and Beloved exist as One in Eternity

I am emptiness

And silence.

Stephanie

The “Crown Jewel” of the Northwest Passage

In this beautiful post Jesse touches the soul of the Arctic and its people…as well as his own. It is my pleasure to reblog this and hope you will all enjoy this glimpse of another lifestyle around the remote places…

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For hundreds of years, men have set their sights on the Northwest Passage. Motivations were primarily trade, beyond the passage. Then as time went on, fur trades were developed in the Arctic as a way to fund further exploration and or at least justify a presence here.

When Roald Amundsen made the passage a reality, he changed the arctic forever. Yet like many accomplishments of man. We lose focus on the why and emulate others. Like parrots we quote men, long dead because we wish to blend our lives with those of our fallen heroes.

I too had immersed myself in this nostalgia.. But these past weeks exploring the Arctic, meeting the people and experiencing them in their homes, on the land and in the schools, my focus changed… There was a nagging in the back of my mind, as to what seems to be missing among us all.

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The Breathing Trees of London: 2012

The Earth, our beautiful planet also breathes…is part of the Universal Eternal breath…

We all know by now that the trees especially the Amazonian forests and others that span our globe are now called the lungs of our planet. One art exhibition that took place in London, UK  in Russell Square, Camden in August 2012 attempted to display this and the video below shows this, The Breathing Trees. It is actually quite relaxing! Designed by Creatmosphere, Breathing Trees is a synchronised display of light and sound which took place for five nights in the run up to the opening of the London Olympics.

“Breathing Trees [was] a celebration of the importance of trees in the capital and for two hours each evening, the trees [became] anthropomorphic lungs of the city rising and falling to the sound of a beating heart,” said the studio. In addition, timber structures had been placed at the foot of the trees to provide a resting place to look up at the display from below.

The Name of God Is The Sound of Our Breathing

The last post which I reblogged really got to me instantly and deeply, that sentence was like a sword piercing through my heart of consciousness and I intend to expand on this over the next few posts and am allowing some great thinkers from various traditions to share with us their own knowledge of the very Breath of the Eternal, which as you will see,  Rabbi Waskow says offers a profound metaphor and theology of God.

The Infinite Breathes Me.

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For me that single sentence encapsulates the All, of which we are a part, a part that cannot be separated from nor distinguished from the flowing amorphous wholeness of the I Am. Like wispy smoke billowing becoming once again at one with the air with which it merges, frailness and enormity merging, blending, and indistinguishable from the All. When we pray we consciously and actively choose to  join with the one breath and breathe with it. We breathe through it and it breathes through us.

Breathing in… and out… aware, fully conscious of Itself, deliberate full metamorphosis with each in breath and out breath. The place where all begins and ends, the place of no beginning and no ending, where all is contained within the Infinite, the Eternal Circle, pictured in the Celtic animal and circle whose head devours its own tail in a never-ending dance of eternal being.

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All concepts of my own separation that I may hold are false, incomplete-real to me only when I am unaware of the breath…the Eternal breathing…in…and out…forever holding me as you…Us…the I AM. For my beginning was within God and thus I have no ending, for that is where I continue to abide eternally. My physical is an extension of that which abides eternally within total serenity and peace, within the heart of God.  I am the eternal dance, the circle with no start or finish, the Alpha, the Omega…all that is. I am the breath of the Creator, drawn in and expelled at one and the same time, in a time with no time. A time that is not of this world, nor even universe, nor existence as we perceive it. For this world, this universe, even this existence is contained within…the Breath.

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And then I found this video on YouTube…

The next post explores this further from a Jewish perspective.