I will sneak past my ego
do my loving behind her back
so she won’t take charge
or puff up like a red balloon Continue reading “Where Credit Is Due …”
Grace Before Meals
As we begin this meal with grace,
Let us become aware of the memory
Carried inside the food before us:
The quiver of the seed
Awakening in the earth,
Unfolding in a trust of roots Continue reading “Grace for Thanksgiving Celebrations …”
Fear is the cheapest room in the house
I would like to see you living
In better conditions,
For your mother and my mother
I know the Innkeeper
In this part of the universe.
Get some rest tonight,
Come to my verse again tomorrow.
We’ll go speak to the Friend together.
I should not make any promises right now,
But I know if you pray
Somewhere in this world-
Something good will happen.
God wants us to see
More love and playfulness in your eyes
For that is your greatest witness to Him.
Your soul and my soul
Once sat together in the Beloved’s womb
Your heart and my heart
Are very, very old
— Hafiz (Your Mother and My Mother) from The Gift
The healing of our present woundedness may lie in recognizing and reclaiming the capacity we have to heal each other, the enormous power in the simplest of human relationships: the strength of a touch, the blessing of forgiveness, the grace of someone else taking you just as you are and finding in you an unsuspected goodness. Everyone alive has suffered. It is the wisdom gained from our wounds and from our own experiences of suffering that makes us able to heal. Becoming expert has turned out to be less important than remembering and trusting the wholeness in myself and everyone else. Expertise cures, but wounded people can best be healed by other wounded people. Only other wounded people can understand what is needed, for the healing of suffering is compassion, not expertise.
— Rachel Naomi Remen from Kitchen Table Wisdom
Our own experience with loneliness, depression, and fear can become a gift for others, especially when we have received good care. As long as our wounds are open and bleeding, we scare others away. But after someone has carefully tended to our wounds, they no longer frighten us or others. When we experience the healing presence of another person, we can discover our own gifts of healing. Then our wounds allow us to enter into a deep solidarity with our wounded brothers and sisters. To enter into solidarity with a suffering person does not mean that we have to talk with that person about our own suffering. Speaking about our own pain is seldom helpful for someone who is in pain. A wounded healer is someone who can listen to a person in pain without having to speak about his or her own wounds. When we have lived through a painful depression, we can listen with great attentiveness and love to a depressed friend without mentioning our experience. Mostly it is better not to direct a suffering person’s attention to ourselves. We have to trust that our own bandaged wounds will allow us to listen to others with our whole beings. That is healing.
— Henri Nouwen from The Wounded Healer
Bless this home. May its windows catch the sun and its doors open wide to friends and loved ones. May each room resound with laughter and may the walls shut out troubles and hold in warmth and cheer. May this home be filled with joy in the morning and sweet dreams in the night. May it be a home where love has come to live.
Bless this doorway. Bless and protect the goings and comings. May all who come to it be treated with respect and kindness.
Bless all the rooms of this house. May each of them be holy and filled with the spirit of happiness. Protect us as we stay awake and watch over us as we sleep. May this home blossom with love, goodness and generosity.
Bless this living room. As we gather in this room to share friendship, may love and peace never be strangers within its walls. May the spirits of mirth and laughter, hope and faith, playfulness and prayer, compassion and love be perpetual guests in this home. May the spirit of pardon and forgiveness reside with us and be always ready to heal our divisions.
Bless the kitchen and the dining room. As you fill the hungry with good things, send your blessings on us as we worry about what we will eat and drink. Teach us to share with others what we receive through your generosity in the spirit of thankfulness.
Creator God of Light and Love, be our shelter when we are at home, our companion when we are away, and our welcome guest when we return. Send your abundant blessings upon this house, now becoming a home.
— Author Unknown