Sep 30, 2010
Roberto Benigni -Love, and do what you do want...
Here is a man who is in love with life!
A comedia clown, and found someone who will play with him!
A Zani,
God bless those who do not 'fit in'.
A comedia clown, and found someone who will play with him!
A Zani,
God bless those who do not 'fit in'.
Sep 27, 2010
Depression...
I sat in meditation
wondering why this overwhelming sadness
so followed the mantra
deep within
not fearing the pain
but letting it show
My Lord
Why did it hurt so when my husband left?
I knew he was coming back
it was an overseas school trip
See, here he lies beside me
but my heart is cold to breaking.
Why, Lord, the unreasonable pain?
Thy beautiful chest
the Sacred Heart
Surrounded by thorns.
Will you let Me?
Just one pierces mine...
Thy beautiful chest
the Sacred Heart
Surrounded by thorns.
Will you let Me?
Just one pierces mine...
I see the same sadness in my 10-year-old son
and I want to release him too.
And I was ten again
kneeling at my bed
crying because I had just been to
Jesus Christ Superstar
and I would never see Jesus (John English) again
knowing the tears were for
my stepfather
who had left before Christmas.
One clean tear fell
and as it slipped down my cheek
the sweet salt on my lips
a drop of blood
dripped down Your exquisite Chest
the same chest I blushed over at Your baptism.
You bled for me!
You took the greater burden
and purged me!
As gratitude and wonder swelled,
it dawned:
He came back!
and sleeps beside me again.
And I tucked into a cuddle with my man
Warm and loving again...
You are the New Covenant
the sins are not passed on down the generations
if we dare to prevail upon You.
A new wonder dawns at another view of
"You died for us, You suffered for us"
to share and carry our burdens
You recognise our sins stem from wounds
We stagger under.
You tenderly hold out Your Hand
to pluck the thorn
to bleed with us...
I watch confessions of debilitating depression
and people's heroic efforts to tame the demons
staggering under loads not their own
and I wish many more would prevail upon You
who aches to release us all
to bask in His Love
Lord I pray that many more find You
Just taste, just try,
Even as an experiment...
Just open a chink
to let You open their door wide!
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 15, 2010
Dr Seuss
To my darling 11-year-old son, as he flies off overseas on his first big trip!
http://www.teamhope.com/seuss.htm
With love from Mum
http://www.teamhope.com/seuss.htm
With love from Mum
Sep 4, 2010
From the Aitareya-Upanishad
"Out of water he lifted an egg.
He warmed it, and because of His warmth a being with a mouth opened through a crack, for His own form lay within it. From the mouth came speech; from speech fire. A nose appeared; from its nostrils came breath, from breath air. The eyes appeared; from the eyes came sight; from sight the sun. The ears appeared; from the ears came hearing; from hearing the four quarters. The skin appeared; from the skin came hair; from hair vegetation. The heart appeared; from the heart came the mind; from the mind came the moon. The naval appeared; from the naval came the downward breath Apana; from Apana death. Sex appeared; from sex came seed; from seed water."
And watching the chick hatch, it needed warmth to have the energy to start the move out into the world. First appears the beak, then it peeps, then its nostrils, you can see it panting with the effort. Then its eyes, the whole head, and the final squirm, the whole body breaks loose, the fluff still wet. Not until it is fully born, do we know if it is male or female...
He warmed it, and because of His warmth a being with a mouth opened through a crack, for His own form lay within it. From the mouth came speech; from speech fire. A nose appeared; from its nostrils came breath, from breath air. The eyes appeared; from the eyes came sight; from sight the sun. The ears appeared; from the ears came hearing; from hearing the four quarters. The skin appeared; from the skin came hair; from hair vegetation. The heart appeared; from the heart came the mind; from the mind came the moon. The naval appeared; from the naval came the downward breath Apana; from Apana death. Sex appeared; from sex came seed; from seed water."
And watching the chick hatch, it needed warmth to have the energy to start the move out into the world. First appears the beak, then it peeps, then its nostrils, you can see it panting with the effort. Then its eyes, the whole head, and the final squirm, the whole body breaks loose, the fluff still wet. Not until it is fully born, do we know if it is male or female...
New Life
Henrietta von Cluck,
she disappeared a few weeks ago:
"The cats did get her while she was laying."
Then she appeared one day at the doorstep,
puffed up and quick-step clucky
growling at the roosters' enthusiastic welcome.
She was happy to be scooped up,
but there was only one thing on her mind
Food!
She frantically gobbled the bowl of offerings on the kitchen floor
then fussed straight back -
to the nest!
Yes, Ari followed her and found a clutch of eggs -18!
tucked in the garden under our bedroom window.
Over the next couple of weeks
Matti made a fortress of branches around her,
"so the cats can't get in, but see the little doorway I made for her?"
and every couple of days
she'd appear at the door
gobble frantically
then back on duty within 15 minutes.
One day she appeared later than usual
and peeping could be heard;
two wee chicks huddled under the daffodils.
We checked the nest,
the eggs were cold.
Were they explosive or full?
Gingerly we tucked them in some hay,
ousting the guineapigs,
to shut her in their hutch for the night.
The following morning
Ari delicately woke us with another wee peeper,
so new it was happy to sit on my chest and peck at the blanket.
The rest of the day it has been full of exciting news updates
"Another egg is cracking"
"We can hear peeping in the eggs!"
"She's showing the bigger ones how to drink water"
"We have five now!"
"We've shut her back in the hutch cause she won't stay on the eggs"
"Its ok, she's settled back on the nest now."
"I watched one make the final burst out!"
The next door neighbour's toddler girls
had to be invited over to share in the excitement.
So simple,
so profound.
she disappeared a few weeks ago:
"The cats did get her while she was laying."
Then she appeared one day at the doorstep,
puffed up and quick-step clucky
growling at the roosters' enthusiastic welcome.
She was happy to be scooped up,
but there was only one thing on her mind
Food!
She frantically gobbled the bowl of offerings on the kitchen floor
then fussed straight back -
to the nest!
Yes, Ari followed her and found a clutch of eggs -18!
tucked in the garden under our bedroom window.
Over the next couple of weeks
Matti made a fortress of branches around her,
"so the cats can't get in, but see the little doorway I made for her?"
and every couple of days
she'd appear at the door
gobble frantically
then back on duty within 15 minutes.
One day she appeared later than usual
and peeping could be heard;
two wee chicks huddled under the daffodils.
We checked the nest,
the eggs were cold.
Were they explosive or full?
Gingerly we tucked them in some hay,
ousting the guineapigs,
to shut her in their hutch for the night.
The following morning
Ari delicately woke us with another wee peeper,
so new it was happy to sit on my chest and peck at the blanket.
"Another egg is cracking"
"We can hear peeping in the eggs!"
"She's showing the bigger ones how to drink water"
"We have five now!"
"We've shut her back in the hutch cause she won't stay on the eggs"
"Its ok, she's settled back on the nest now."
"I watched one make the final burst out!"
The next door neighbour's toddler girls
had to be invited over to share in the excitement.
so profound.
Reconciliation
It has been hanging over me for ages, that I need reconciliation.
So last night, I prepared dinner for family (who are all down with the bot) and slipped out for Saturday Vigil (it being the first Saturday of the month) and surprised myself by arriving 20 minutes or so early. I sat in the car, realising there was time. So I made a bargain with Jesus: If He was sitting waiting by or in the confessional, then I'd go in.
I walked in, and there he was, sitting outside the confessional. So, it was natural as, to ask if he was there for reconciliations, we fussed around trying to find the lightswitch for the room (he's a temporary priest until the new one settles in). I was then ransacking my mind, what was I going to say, what were they all, that had sent my heart in a downward spiral?
Then sitting down, the words were perfect, and I didn't blubber, though tears pricked, and it was as natural as sitting for a cuppa with a friend.
During Mass, there was a difference, and I wondered what it was. And there was no self-consiousness, the sincerity was simple too.
Talking about with my son during bedtime afterwards, it dawned on us - the mind wasn't going round and round in circles. It was quiet. He laughed that others (like myself) agonise over going. He finds it simple and normal.
Today, I haven't spent time in useless stuff, in fact, no desire to...
So simple.
So last night, I prepared dinner for family (who are all down with the bot) and slipped out for Saturday Vigil (it being the first Saturday of the month) and surprised myself by arriving 20 minutes or so early. I sat in the car, realising there was time. So I made a bargain with Jesus: If He was sitting waiting by or in the confessional, then I'd go in.
I walked in, and there he was, sitting outside the confessional. So, it was natural as, to ask if he was there for reconciliations, we fussed around trying to find the lightswitch for the room (he's a temporary priest until the new one settles in). I was then ransacking my mind, what was I going to say, what were they all, that had sent my heart in a downward spiral?
Then sitting down, the words were perfect, and I didn't blubber, though tears pricked, and it was as natural as sitting for a cuppa with a friend.
During Mass, there was a difference, and I wondered what it was. And there was no self-consiousness, the sincerity was simple too.
Talking about with my son during bedtime afterwards, it dawned on us - the mind wasn't going round and round in circles. It was quiet. He laughed that others (like myself) agonise over going. He finds it simple and normal.
Today, I haven't spent time in useless stuff, in fact, no desire to...
So simple.
Sep 2, 2010
1st September 2010 from Anne a Lay Apostle
Jesus
Be at peace in your day, dear apostles.
Perhaps you are learning to move more slowly, and perhaps this has helped you to be more connected to My presence in your service. How blessed you are if this lesson has taken root in your life. Strive to achieve this way of life because you will have the greatest gifts available to you if you move methodically, with Me. Sometimes, people are unaware of the nature of My grace flowing into the day through their cooperation. This is best, dear apostles.
Be like little children who throw many leaves from a bridge into a stream and then walk away. The impact of their action flows down the stream without any help from the child and the impact from your daily service flows into the greater stream of the Church without any further action on your part. Truly, your consistent service impacts the entire Church in some way, both in the day you are spending your time and in the future where you may not be spending time. Each of you serves as a result of the service of many people. You were formed and directed in your faith by the sacrifice of those who went before you in service. Be grateful for their sacrifice and then you, also, give willingly and generously for those around you and those who will come after you.
Dear friends, I am sending formation through each of you that is very specific for this time. It is for this reason that I implore you to remain fixed on Me and all that I am asking you to do. I want you to be holy. I can bring the greatest amount of mercy into the world if My beloved friends help Me. Be disinterested when the enemy of unity brings you reasons to disagree with those around you. Be interested when your Jesus begs you to overlook the flaws of others and serve alongside them in harmony.
Dear apostles, we have nothing without unity. Our campaign of love will only be successful if we concentrate on love. Love overcomes everything, even the most profound suffering. Because, when one of God’s children has nothing and he is bereft, the smallest bit of love is like the greatest feast.
I, your Jesus, am now a beggar. I am begging you to love. Allow Me to see to justice because only I am equipped to pass judgement. You must see to loving, despite any wounds you have suffered. I am the greatest victim of injustice so I am the best consoler. Bring your suffering to Me and I will send you away with love, which you will then continue to distribute on My behalf. Be serious about My work, dear apostles. It is important.
http://www.directionforourtimes.org/
Perhaps you are learning to move more slowly, and perhaps this has helped you to be more connected to My presence in your service. How blessed you are if this lesson has taken root in your life. Strive to achieve this way of life because you will have the greatest gifts available to you if you move methodically, with Me. Sometimes, people are unaware of the nature of My grace flowing into the day through their cooperation. This is best, dear apostles.
Be like little children who throw many leaves from a bridge into a stream and then walk away. The impact of their action flows down the stream without any help from the child and the impact from your daily service flows into the greater stream of the Church without any further action on your part. Truly, your consistent service impacts the entire Church in some way, both in the day you are spending your time and in the future where you may not be spending time. Each of you serves as a result of the service of many people. You were formed and directed in your faith by the sacrifice of those who went before you in service. Be grateful for their sacrifice and then you, also, give willingly and generously for those around you and those who will come after you.
Dear friends, I am sending formation through each of you that is very specific for this time. It is for this reason that I implore you to remain fixed on Me and all that I am asking you to do. I want you to be holy. I can bring the greatest amount of mercy into the world if My beloved friends help Me. Be disinterested when the enemy of unity brings you reasons to disagree with those around you. Be interested when your Jesus begs you to overlook the flaws of others and serve alongside them in harmony.
Dear apostles, we have nothing without unity. Our campaign of love will only be successful if we concentrate on love. Love overcomes everything, even the most profound suffering. Because, when one of God’s children has nothing and he is bereft, the smallest bit of love is like the greatest feast.
I, your Jesus, am now a beggar. I am begging you to love. Allow Me to see to justice because only I am equipped to pass judgement. You must see to loving, despite any wounds you have suffered. I am the greatest victim of injustice so I am the best consoler. Bring your suffering to Me and I will send you away with love, which you will then continue to distribute on My behalf. Be serious about My work, dear apostles. It is important.
http://www.directionforourtimes.org/
Sep 1, 2010
In defence of Medjugorje
A post I wrote in response to an adament 'no' to Mother Mary's visionaries in Medjugorje.
She has been a major part of my conversion to the Catholic faith.
To expand, an example is the 'five pebbles' of:
She has been a major part of my conversion to the Catholic faith.
To expand, an example is the 'five pebbles' of:
- prayer (particularly the Rosary)
- fasting (Wednesdays and Fridays)
- daily Eucharist/Mass,
- conversion (which is always a challenge to daily return to the Father),
- reconciliation,
have lead me deeper into a love of Jesus. Her motherly ways have always been gentle, compassionate and so patient... on a heart which used to have no space for Her Son, Jesus. Six years later, I am still struggling with each of the pebbles, but there is always encouragement and confirmation of any efforts made...
She does not precede Him - He is the Word of God, part of the Holy Trinity, made flesh - but isn't she is the vessel? We are warned to read the signs of the times... both of the visionaries and the sad state of our earth, spiritually and physically. She calls for unity, reconciliation and prayer, to start our work of love and service in our own families. I turn and look at my own family, and there is much work to be done.
Dancing suns and photos of pilgrims' miraculous sights are not what I seek. But Her words are full of peace, sorrow, patience and joy. The visionaries' witnesses are humble and simple.
Through her I have come to know and love the Body, the Church, and the authority that Peter has been entrusted with, the rock on which the Church is built - that is why I chose the Catholic faith, rather than one of a myriad of others.
The Rosary gave me a path through the Bible, together with daily Mass.
And so, all preparation is waiting for Christ who comes like a thief in the night. Regularly He knocks on my door, when I am least prepared... the times when I slack off, is when the visitor arrives. But there have also been times when I have been grateful for Her disciplines to be ready and respond with full measure.
God bless
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