Sunday, June 21, 2009

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 centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled 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, be realistic, 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. If you can be faithless and therefore 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 at the edge of the 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 to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre 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.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Notes to self...

Seek holiness only that it may make you more real, transparent and loving to others,

Remember truth is only revealed to little children. Imperfect as they are they have the heart soil of deep emotion, sympathy, eagerness for friendship, trust, a simple soul, persistence and endless, boundless hope in whatever circumstances they find themselves in.

Search out beauty, and FIND IT. Even in the stains of life God breathes His love.

Don't be afraid of other's kindness. Be the child you were before your heart was broken by life. Fearlessly embrace every trace of goodness that comes your way.

God sees the heart, think only good of others, think their intentions pure every time.

At the end of the day all that really matters is what He knows of your heart. What other's may or may not think is not important.

Stay silent for a time and listen to His voice at some point each and every day.

Make life an on going creation. Make life a poem, a song, a painting. See the colours.

Take joy from the simple things.

Know that suffering, frustration, loneliness, discomfort and longing only draw us closer.

Know that joy, wonderment, being in love, peace and thankfulness only draw us closer.

Don't put barriers between ideas, things, people, places. Seek oneness.

Do something to reach out in Love to someone outside your home at least once a day.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Seeking Silence...


It was just over two years ago, sometime before lent.
our little newborn baby lay beside my feet in the moses basket, swaddled in hand knit blankets and lost within deep, pre-birth, womb like sleep.
It was mid-spring and the days were getting longer leaving drapes of sunlight dappled, leaf shadows across the wooden toy box and floor.
And the fibres of me simply sought to find the silence and peace that stilled the branches on the trees. Become the fearless bark, the transparent leaves, the praying branches.
Here was the silence, stark, immense yet somehow so very fragile. I had to seek it, it would not impose itself upon me. I gazed intently upon my new baby child's porcelain expression, the light dancing on the cream knit wool, once mine years before, words filtered through the silence into nothing, like muddy water sifting through sand.
The silence.
It quenched, and did not leave a longing.
And a part of it began to follow me through the days...

Monday, June 15, 2009

The depths about us...


"Cold of the sea is counterpart
to the great fire. Plunging
out of the burning cold of ocean
we enter an ocean of intense
noon. Sacred salt
sparkles on our bodies.

After mist has wrapped us again
in fine wool, may the taste of salt
recall to us the great depths about us."

Denise Levertov
Extract from the poem "The Depths"

Friday, June 12, 2009

A Poem about Light...


The ripples on the water reflect light,
shatter it into shards of heaven,
undulating liquid hills and valleys.

The leaves of trees become transparent within light,
they absorb light and transform it into something life giving,
life renewing.

The dandelions open with a start when light shines upon them,
they respond instantly.
Before releasing their own food for the bees and the butterflies, the soft breeze and the children of another Summer.

Yet concrete absorbs light,
Deflects, rejects, instead of reflects.
Breeze Blocks are porous,
they eat light, turn it into tiny fibres,
Light does not echo, It can only rebound from the dead end irony of a city street, like a soggy football sucker-punching a wall.
And slide aimlessly like a tear stain on a child's cheek, down the beaten steel of high rise windows.

Light has many mansions, each with a colour of it's own.

Am I leaf dancing in the breeze recycling sun and rain in equal measures? The dandelion's, childish hands, attracting butterflies and bees? A glimmer on the wave, signaling to the shore with Morse code?
Saying, " let go, let go, let go.
The only way I can live is to breathe."...

..."Let the light give birth to me."

Sunday, April 12, 2009

HE IS RISEN



H
appy Easter

Monday, February 16, 2009

Mother Teresa's "Anyway" Poem


This can be found written on the wall in Mother Teresa's home for children in Calcutta:

People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered.
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies. Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you. Be honest and sincere anyway.

What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight. Create anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, will often be forgotten.
Do good anyway.

Give the best you have, and it will never be enough. Give your best anyway.

In the final analysis, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.-

Saturday, February 14, 2009

A few rambling ponderings on Sin and Forgiveness,


One thing I love so much about the Bible is that God uses the most unlikely people to reveal himself to, to use, to draw close to and to work through. It could have been such an easier book to read with Perfect Disney like heroes and villains a God of perfect authority and predictability and a nice neat, comfortable ending. If it had been anything less than divine revelation it just might have been more like that.

King David was an adulterer and murderer. Moses too was a murderer and "slow of speech", Jacob (a name which actually means cheat in Hebrew) lived up to it by cheating his brother out of his father's promise, Saint Paul was a persecutor of Christians, Samson was prideful, Solomon was led astray and the disciples of Jesus ( before the resurrection) give the impression of very ordinary humanness.

Yet King David was a man after God's own heart, the law of the old covenant was revealed to Moses, Jacob's name was changed to Israel the nation through which that covenant would be made, Saint Paul was redeemed on the road to Damascus without any initial repentance on his behalf, God did not let Samson face humiliation, he "listened to Samson's prayer and granted his wish," King Solomon's words of wisdom make up two books of the old testament and Jesus's disciples were the mottled, slightly roughened ordinary looking rocks on which the church was founded.

When asked the question "Why did God Blind Saint Paul? " at Sunday school the other week Bujana put her hand up with the innocent, simple yet wonderful answer " So he could listen"
That's how God works in his Mercy and compassion for us. He blinds us temporarily so that we may listen. So that we may more acutely sense His ways and His words.

Yet sin also acts as a blinder to God.

As fallible and frail human beings we are agents of both perfection and imperfection, as Saint Paul says we are "Clay jars concealing a treasure"
Yet our imperfection is also used by God who's ways are not our ways. Imperfection draws God's mercy and love into the depths. Like the stake of the cross. Our sin drags down into the decay of the earth, the dust from which our "Clay jars" were formed.

Yet there is a purpose. We can reach down so that we may (through Jesus) raise up what is lost and low to the heavenly heights.
That it may be redeemed.

As in Jacob's vision of the angels ascending and descending ladders from earth and heaven. We also make ascents and descents on our journey in faith.

Often we find ourselves wrestling with God on the ground though. We fight against our natures, we spend time dwelling on our sin, we try to hide our nakedness. Instead of basking in God's love and compassion for us and trusting in his working no matter whether we are at the bottom or the top of that ladder or simply somewhere in between.

To be at the top is wonderful, we can see clearly a wide perspective, there is not such a great need for faith as we can see the results of it. Then we begin to feel strong and confident in the steps we have trod and pride begins to take hold. The Lord seems to cut the ropes beneath our feet as we descend once more. Yet he knows these ways better than us. This is how he works through us.

And right at the bottom of the ladder as it becomes harder to just trust, we can feel like we have failed, but this is where the work really begins. As Jonah prayed...
'I have been banished
from your sight;
yet I will look again
toward your holy temple.'

We are humbled by our sin so that we can never look down on another who sins. This is a blessing from God and should be treasured.

There is a lyric in a Smashing Pumpkins song called "Disarm"which goes....
"The killer in me is the killer in you, my love"
The sin in another whether a seed, a small shoot or a full fledged strangling weed is the same sin in us but at maybe a different stage of development.
With enough nurturing in darkness, the same seed in us could easily sprout into the fully grown weed that we hate in another.

Sometimes the Lord wants us to be shining like stars, a light on a hill, a reflection of His glory. Sometimes he wants us, I believe, to be fools for his sake. Vulnerable, not perfect Hollywood heroes with shining white smiles, but a little broken, confused, shamed, a reflection of His passion. Hung upon a cross of seeming contradictions.

Yet as with King David, what seems to matter most to God is not the "perfect sheen of superficial appearances, but a humble, trusting, gentle and loving heart. To trust in His goodness no matter where we are even if we are in the depths of sin. Which we all are at all times to some degree or another.

King David trusted in His God's mercy at all times. And more than anyone else of his time he gave God his heart, imperfect and troubled though it sometimes was.
And that is all is asked from us, I truly believe. Not a dwelling upon our sins. Dwelling upon sin has more to do with us than God. Penance without love has more to do with us than God too.
To enter the kingdom our hearts must be like a child's. What child doesn't rejoice when forgiven by a parent? Most children simply take forgiveness and unconditional love from their parents as a given. What child ever second guesses it's loving parent's forgiveness? What child ever continues to ask for more punishments for it's past behaviour? No a child skips away in carefree knowledge that all is blotted out. For the parent always knows the child's heart no matter what the outward behaviour may seem to be from one moment to the next. And it is this child's heart which the loving parent holds in view at all times. That is how our heavenly father sees us I believe. He sees the innocent heart that he first created in us.

"for God sees not as man sees, for man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart."

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Evening Prayers


"If you reach out and put your hand into holy fire it won't hurt you because Jesus's hand will be there inside holding it."
Bujana during prayers ~

Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, " The Lord is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him."

The Lord is good to those who hope in him, to the one who seeks him; it is good to wait quietly
for the salvation of the Lord.


Monday, January 19, 2009

Some great blogs I've discovered over the last couple of months :0)

A bowl of Moss and Pebbles Beautiful, peaceful blog authored by a very talented young Christian Artist

This and That Susanne's faith filled posts are very inspiring to me.

Urban Servant An incredible family is all I can say!

Journey Mama A Mama of four in India. Rae writes beautifully, movingly, with humor and grace.

A Catholic Calling Sharon shares her faith in such a great way. I always enjoy reading her thoughts.

Streams in the Desert Devotions

The Beehive Lots of colour, imaginative and insightful writing from a home school family.

The Rose Garden Beauty and Peace are the two words that come to mind when I think of the Rose Garden.

Ordinary Life Magic Great Homeschooling Unschooling magic found here!

Barefoot toward the light I'm always given lots to ponder on after a visit at Barefoot towards the light :0)
And I have found some great book recommendations through the wonderful treasure chest of quotes, interspersed throughout Barbara's articulate articles!

A Sowers Heart Gentle devotions.

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Pictures from last year

Hi this is Emmy here today! Mummy has come down with the flu and she thought I might like to have a go posting on her blog!!! She asked me to choose some pictures that made me think about the last year, pictures that gave me the best memories of things we'd done together as a family. So here they are! It did take me a long time to put them all together here but I had fun doing it!




matilda and fina seem to have grown so big since this picture was taken.

Flying kites.Tilly has here swim suit on here over her little smock top heehee. She does love her swim suit!Seaside
In August we welcomed the arrival of some baby bunnies.

Hut in the woods
Fina loves her dollies.
Christmas morning.
The Christmas dress Mummy sewed for me.
Bujana's birthday! She is five now!!!
Two little princessess.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Supplies for 2009...

It starts with a blank piece of paper. With open hands and an unmarked canvas, waiting in the quiet. No expectations. Just. A Cream coloured piece of paper. Slowly but surly the words come through the silence of the page. Like gifts.... My Scripture for 2009: Old Testament: Isaiah 43. Fear not for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name; thou art mine.When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee. New Testament: John 15:4-5 4 Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me. I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing. 

My Word for 2009: COURAGE. 

  My Quotation for 2009: “In the evening of life, we will be judged on love alone.” Saint John of the Cross 

My Saint for 2009: Saints Joan of Arc and Saint Bernadette

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

'cause sometimes all you need is.....


A cuddle to make you feel better :0)
In your favourite "Bella-mina" (Ballerina) dress of course!

Boo's Baby Bird

When I woke Bujana this morning she rubbed her tierd eyes and told me of the dream she had been having.
"I had a little egg that cracked open and out popped a little chick from it. The little chick thought I was it's mother because I fed it and gave it water and let it be free." But Mummy" she added a little sleepily, " I now need to go back to sleep so that I can find it before it flies away!"