This blog invites readers to ponder being spiritual beings. What does the Divine want from us? How do we pray? What are we supposed to do?
Where are we going? How are we supposed to get there? What is our purpose in Life? Infinite questions...some thoughts to guide the way to answers...
“In order to experience everyday spirituality, we need to remember that we are spiritual beings spending some time in a human body.” Barbara De Angelis
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Reflections on a Summer's Sabbath
The mountains are God's thoughts piled up. The ocean is God's thoughts spread out. The flowers are God's thoughts in bloom. The dew drops are God's thoughts in pearls. Sam Jones
The Birth of the Flowers
by Mary McNeil Fenollosa
God spoke! and from the arid scene
Sprang rich and verdant bowers,
Till all the earth was soft with green. ~
He smiled; and there were flowers.
Nature is the armory of genius. Cities serve it poorly, books and colleges at second hand; the eye craves the spectacle of the horizon; of mountain, ocean, river and plain, the clouds and stars; actually contact with the elements, sympathy with the seasons as they rise and roll. ~~ A. B. Alcott
Sympathy with Nature is a part of the good person's religion. ~~ F. H. Hedge
Ancestor veneration is practiced around the world in many countries. The rites and rituals are based on the belief that our ancestors, as well as the souls of those who have gone on before us, still play a role in our daily lives. Thousands of years ago, my Celtic ancestors honored the dead during the observance of Samhain (pronounced SOW-in in Ireland). They welcomed their dead home, asked that the harvested fields become fertile once more, and warned off restless spirits with grotesquely carved turnips. A sacred fire was lit atop Tlachtga, while on Tara members of the Irish tribes gathered. All the fires in Ireland would be extinguished at this time. Families would light a torch from the great fire on Tlachtga, bring it home and relighting their home fires, which were kept burning year round. This was a time of endings and beginnings. A time to gather in and cast off. A time to remember and a time to forget. Summer and all its glories were past; winter was at the door with its long, …
There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.Leonard CohenIn September, the season of Light, Love and Gratitude began. This month, people around the world celebrate - the harvest (Sukkot), grateful for the bounty they have been given; the Light (Diwali), observing Light and darkness; and the love of ancestors (All Soul's Day/All Hallows' Eve), remembering our dead and giving thanks for their lives with us.As we move forward towards the end of the year, the feasts and festivals of Light, Love and Gratitude continue. This year, there is a greater need to observe these days, together. The world is very "dark" in so many places due to natural disasters, hate, oppression, and greed. Observing these Holy days, reminds us that even in the darkest night the Light of millions of stars illuminates the sky. These times together remind us that Love is eternal; that those who shared our lives are always with us. These celebrations remind us to be Grateful for…
An epiphany came to me this morning as I awoke. Lying in the warmth of the bed, stretching and slowly becoming aware of a new day, I realized that each day is, in essence, a resurrection - a rising again, which is the exact meaning of the word in Latin.
In the evening, as we fall asleep, we leave the conscious world behind. Each morning, we rise again to a new day.
Most of the time, we go through life monotonously, one day spilling into the the next. No beginning, no end. What if we were mindfully aware as we awoke each morning that we are beginning a new day? What if, in rising again, we realize a fresh opportunity to let go of our past hurts? What if, in rising to a new day, we grasp the opportunity to begin our lives anew. A life full of gratitude and the intention of sharing the blessings we are given. Consider how different our lives could be if everyone was fully aware of this wonderful opportunity to begin each day anew!
This week, let us reflect on the metaphor of each day be…