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A Blessing for Beauty

May the beauty of your life become more visible to you, that you may glimpse your wild divinity.
May the wonders of the earth call you forth from all your small, secret prisons and set your feet free in the pastures of possibilities.
May the light of dawn anoint your eyes that you may behold what a miracle a day is.
May the liturgy of twilight shelter all your fears and darkness within the circle of ease.
May the angel of memory surprise you in bleak times with new gifts from the harvest of your vanished days.
May you allow no dark hand to quench the candle of hope in your heart.
May you discover a new generosity towards yourself, and encourage yourself to engage your life as a great adventure.
May the outside voices of fear and despair find no echo in you.
May you always trust the urgency and wisdom of your own spirit.
May the shelter and nourishment of all the good you have done, the love you have shown, the suffering you have carried, awaken around you to bless your life a thousand times.
And when love finds the path to your door may you open like the earth to the dawn, and trust your every hidden color towards its nourishment of light.
May you find enough stillness and silence to savor the kiss of God on your soul and delight in the eternity that shaped you, that holds you and calls you.
And may you know that despite confusion, anxiety and emptiness, your name is written in Heaven.
And may you come to see your life as a quiet sacrament of service, which awakens around you a rhythm where doubt gives way to the grace of wonder, where what is awkward and strained can find elegance, and where crippled hope can find wings, and torment enter at last unto the grace of serenity.
May Divine Beauty bless you.

John O’Donohue, from Beauty – The Invisible Embrace

Beannacht / Blessing

by John O’Donohue

On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.
And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

~Excerpt from What I Must Tell Myself by David Whyte

“And though all the things I love

may pass away and

the great family of things and people

I have made around me

will see me go,

I feel them living in me

like a great gathering

ready to reach a greater home

When one thing dies all things

die together, and must live again

in a different way,

when one thing is missing everything is missing,

and must be found again

in a new whole

and everything wants to be complete,

everything wants to go home

and the geese traveling south

are like the shadow of my breath

flying into darkness

on great heart-beats

to an unknown land where I belong”

~Excerpt from What I Must Tell Myself by David Whyte

spring is slowly making its way to the harbor- this past week I noticed less and less ice floes




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One Rescue At A Time


Who Rescued Who?- I often feel it is my Gracie pup that rescued me from the darkest part of my self.  I adopted her four years ago and my life has grown and evolved in unexpected  and wondrous ways.  Even my worst days aren’t so bad anymore because of her presence in my life.  I wake to her wagging tail, happy dances, and sloppy kisses.  She survived a high kill shelter down in Arkansas, where as a stray she was giving 5 days to be claimed, adopted or rescued or she would have been euthanized.  I shudder to think about what might have happened if the volunteer for the rescue didn’t pull her.  I don’t dwell on this, but it is a passing thought that adds more meaning to her presence in my life.  She has reconnects me to the joyful parts of my self. She makes me laugh and…

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Emerson’s definition of success: “To laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better… to know one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!”

traveling the path

traveling the path.

Why I Weep….

Why I Weep…..

An Act of Dog

One Rescue At A Time

from An Act of Dog Facebook page- please like their page and check out their website

“One Man Painting 5500 Shelter Dogs; using Art for Social Change!
We’re creating the first memorial museum of its kind in the world, designed to illuminate, educate and lift our animal welfare consciousness to new heights. This Museum will allow us to build a stable, forever fund, that will distribute 100% of your donations towards the salvation of shelter animals only. Too many of today’s large animal charities, are using your donations for animal rights issues and extreme ideologies; resulting in the abandonment & death of our shelter animals. Billions of our tax dollars are being used to operate kill shelters and pay the salaries of the people perpetuating it, when it could be used to operate no kill shelters, applying the successful no-kill equation.
Our charity is committed to the immediate salvation…

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