Saturday, 23 January 2021

Snowdrops

 Remembering the Snowdrops of Ards today:





Snowdrops


On a 

dank

dark 

January 

day

when the 

rain 

ceased 

only

to give way 

to freezing 

fog,

I was 

sudden stopped

by the

glint beneath

the bare branches

of their

greening.

There 

they were,

the snowdrops,

quiet 

at their

humble 

devotions

in the 

woodland glade.

Veiled in 

purest white,

in bunches 

they stood,

their heads 

bowed 

low

as though 

whispering 

together,

or perhaps 

at 

prayer. 

I was 

the happier 

for seeing 

them

then,

knowing that 

only 

on the 

coldest 

darkest 

days 

had they 

begun 

their journey,

ever

upwards

pushing 

through the 

steel soil 

of 

wintered woods

the earth 

frost-forged 

and hard, 

so

to herald 

a Spring 

as yet 

only 

longed for.

Others 

may sing

of the 

sunshine 

daffodils

and the 

rich joy

of the 

bluebells

yet

to come,

but 

I will

choose

the 

snowdrops

and 

their 

sacred

faith,

that after

every 

Winter

there is

always

and

eventually,

a

Spring.

Thursday, 21 January 2021

Nature as Teacher




Nature is a wonderful teacher of the mindful contemplative life. 

The bad weather allows us to rejoice even more in the good and without the storms we would never see the rainbow... 

This beautiful rainbow lasted for 5 minutes and then faded away... it will never come again in this exact way and this gives me two choices... To be sad that it's gone and to cling to the experience or to rejoice I saw it at all and to let it go... if I choose the latter then I simply honour it as gift, I become open to the lesson it teaches and to the next experience.

Whatever you are going through today remember you are going THROUGH it... No experience or emotional state is everlasting in this life...

Joys and Sorrows arise and then depart until they come again... 

You are not your feelings and you are not defined by them unless you cling to them.

Breath by breath... 

Moment by moment...

we learn that in fact we are travelling through this experience towards becoming our real self revealed in the light of Love as Being and not simply just as feeling...

For life is a journey into the mystery of Divine Love... 

Into the mystery of God who IS love...

Wednesday, 20 January 2021

Horseshoe



Horseshoe


A piece 

of 

iron,

cold upon 

the old

door,

bent 

but 

beckoning

blessing,

made 

of flame 

and earth 

and water 

and breath 

and blacksmith 

sweat.

At its 

heart 

there is 

fire 

still,

and 

remembrance;

struck,

twisted,

hammered,

nailed

in place,

to keep 

the hoof

whole,

a barrier 

between

stone and

stallion;

sparking,

struck

upon 

the 

cobbles.

Would that

we were

all shod

as

secure,

submitting

in stillness 

to the

whispered

word

of the

Soul-smith

so

to keep us 

safe

upon 

our way,

but

we,

errant and 

wild,

resist the

healing

of the 

thrice 

hammered

nails

and 

instead

hang 

horseshoes

upon the 

doorways

praying 

for 

safe 

passage

between

the 

worlds.

Tuesday, 19 January 2021

Poultice: A Meditation Poem for Healing

 


Poultice


In the times before these times,

when the old ones who still remembered 

saw the signs

that the sickness had turned inwards,

towards the blood, towards the bone,

when they saw the rising heat, the grey pallor, 

the yellowing eye, the listless limb,

they would go to the forest with faith,

and prayerfully pick the cool moss,

the healing herb, collect the soft river earth.

Then, these clever cunning men, 

these wise sharp women, 

would mix the poultice paste

by moon’s silvering, 

by dawn’s turning,

by saint’s praying,

and finding the point of pain

they would anoint the body 

and bandage tight with blessing,

igniting with intention

the banked medicinal fire,

it’s noble warmth now

leaching out the ague

bringing, at last, the wounded one 

to the healing crisis that, 

perhaps at first, looks like 

death’s drawing near,

before the sacred singing moment

where fever breaks and skin erupts 

and pus and poison flow, and drain, 

and light returns to eyes at last

as breath stills, calms, deepens 

and balance comes again,

as first dawn light touches the

roots of the trees 

and brings the golden edge

of Love’s arising

to new life.

Now, 

In this time of times

perhaps we have such need again, 

for a poultice placed 

gently and with kindness upon 

the rounded body of the earth

where too long our self-sickness has

burrowed deep within and brought 

the breaking and the burning

of fever dream, of pain and sorrow

become now a crown of pain,

a pulsing pandemic bound tight 

about our wounded world 

filled with the, 

the pus and poison that would

set our soul cells against each other 

tearing the woven thread of being apart.

So then, hear the ancient remedy, 

ever old and ever new,

and with faith go out to gather the gifts 

of kindness, gentleness, peace 

then bind them 

with the binding cloth of love 

and anoint the broken body 

of the world with blessing 

that after crisis cools this earth, 

the hearts, the souls of all that live

may wake from this fever dream

and see, as only those who

touch death see,

the grace of dawn

the gift of life

the oneness of 

our being.

Monday, 18 January 2021

The Path

 The Path 




To take

the path

is not your

decision.

It will open before 

you

someday

around your

feet,

whether you will

it,

or not,

and then you

will find

that

to follow

the path

is to fall irrevocably 

in love

with everything.

It is to feel 

the jagged edged 

wound 

at the 

heart of all,

while feeling it's inner 

wholeness 

too,

and even it's healing, 

all at once,

in a single infinite 

moment,

between the

in-breath

and the

out-breath

of Divine

Love's 

respiration.

It is to walk deeply 

into the forest,

and the city, 

and to find 

in both, 

solitude enough,

friendship enough,

and to cling 

to 

neither.

It is to become 

the remembering 

mirror

for the faces of 

all we 

meet, 

reflecting back

only the forgotten 

beauty

of their original 

face;

while seeking our own

within.

It is to see:

in the stone, 

the star from which it came;

in the leaf, 

the seed from which it came;

in the water, 

the cloud from which it came;

and in all that is,

the Love from which it came;

and then to 

bow deeply 

before 

this

mystery.

It is to walk at the pace

of the slowest, 

joyfully.

It is to run at the pace

of the fastest, 

joyfully.

It is to dance with both,

joyfully.

It is to choose wonder

over fear.

It is to choose depth

over surface.

It is to choose happiness

over cynicism.

It is to choose love

over hate.

It is to understand that 

these are 

choices,

not feelings

or reactions,

and then

to choose 

them

again,

and

again,

and

again.

It is to break 

one's heart

again,

and

again,

and 

again.

For 

without 

the breaking

how would the holy light

in you

escape

to shine out in the dark?

How would the holy spark

in you be released

to set the world burning

anew?

It is to begin,

always,

in the most sacred place 

there is:

the here

and

the now,

and to dwell there

always,

in the flame 

of the 

burning bush.

It is to dissolve

in your own tears

so

completely,

that only the truly

you

survives.

It is to empty

fully,

so as to

be

filled.

It is to befriend 

the holy dark

of death, 

daily,

until she becomes 

a sister

who will,

smilingly,

at the end 

of the path,

usher 

you 

home

into

Love's

abode.

Saturday, 16 January 2021

Minding the Moment: A meditation for the overwhelmed

 For the many feeling overwhelmed...



Minding the Moment


You have only 

to breathe...

That's all.

Breathe in

and out.

The next moment

will follow.

As will the next day.

You are not 

responsible

for the running 

of the

universe.

(Thank God)

Remember this,

as you breathe

in and

out.

All that was

can be left behind.

It was only as good

as the wisdom it gave.

All that is yet to be

is unknown.

It will come,

it will be,

it will pass,

it will leave wisdom,

(If you allow it to),

but for now

it is not here yet.

All that is needed 

now,

absolutely needed

now,

is this

breath,

in

and 

out.

To be;

breathe.

To act nourishingly,

breathe gently.

To pray,

breathe with awareness.

But above all,

just 

breathe.

Build your 

life

from 

the breath

up.

Life can 

only

be lived

one 

sacred breath

at a time.

Then,

as you dwell

in the 

awareness 

of just

this

breath;

slowly,

gently,

you will find

that Love

is breathing

you into

being.

All you have 

to do,

to begin,

now,

this moment,

is

breathe.

Monday, 11 January 2021

Thoughts for the Monday of the first week of Ordinary Time

 Monday thoughts:





There is never 

a room 

that you will enter 

where 

Divine Love 

is not already

present.

There is never 

a conversation 

that you will have 

that 

Divine Silence 

is not already 

a part of.

There is never

a place 

that you will go to 

that 

Divine Providence 

is not already

holding in being.

There is never 

a person 

you will meet 

who is not already 

the temple of

Divine Presence.

There is never 

a wound suffered 

that is not already 

an encounter 

with 

Divine Mercy.

There is never 

a breath 

that is not already

Divine Breath 

breathing in your breath 

the breath of Love.

There is never 

a moment 

that is not already

an experience 

of the Divine Now 

of Grace.

So be at peace...

and simply...

gently...

yield to the awareness 

of Divine Presence 

and know that 

in the yielding 

is 

the awareness 

of Love.