Quotes, Vocations

The Call I Have Heard All My Life …

I have heard it all my life A voice calling a name I recognized as my own. Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper. Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency. But always it says:  Wake up my love. You are walking asleep. There’s no safety in that! Remember what you are and let this… Continue reading The Call I Have Heard All My Life …

Poems

Start Close In …

Start close in, don’t take the second step or the third, start with the first thing close in, the step you don’t want to take. Start with the ground you know, the pale ground beneath your feet, your own way to begin the conversation. Start with your own question, give up on other people’s questions,… Continue reading Start Close In …

Poems, Quotes

Come Home and Rest …

... my early life planted within me two seeds of certainty: that we are each deeply and consistently loved by the Mystery that is larger than ourselves, by the Beloved that is always with us; and that we are each responsible for our choices. This does not mean we always make the right choice. I… Continue reading Come Home and Rest …

Quotes

Beauty …

Every Life is Braided with Luminous Moments I was with a friend out on Loch Corrib, the largest lake in the West of Ireland. It was a beautiful summer's day. Time had come to rest in the silence and stillness that presided there. The lake slept without a ripple. A grey-blue haze enfolded everything. There… Continue reading Beauty …

Poems, Quotes

How You Love Yourself, Is How You Love The World…

Just Be Yourself To be who you are is to be enough. To share who you are is to share enough. To do what you love is to do enough. There is no race to win and nothing to be proven, only dreams to be nurtured, a self to be expressed, and love to be… Continue reading How You Love Yourself, Is How You Love The World…

Poems, Quotes

Primary Wonder …

Days pass when I forget the mystery. Problems insoluble and problems offering their own ignored solutions jostle for my attention, they crowd its antechamber along with a host of diversions, my courtiers, wearing their colored clothes; cap and bells. And then once more the quiet mystery is present to me, the throng's clamor recedes: the… Continue reading Primary Wonder …