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, …
Yesterday was my mother's birthday. Momma would have been 89 years old yesterday. I had been thinking about her all day, and at one point was feeling very melancholy that I couldn't share something with her that I had found. How I wished she could be just around a corner waiting for me, or simply at the end of the phone ready to chat.
As I thought this, I unconsciously picked up my phone to check my Facebook page. This isn't something I do regularly, because I try not to be a slave to social media, so the serendipity of what happened next was not wasted on me.
The post at the top of my page was from the mother of a close childhood friend. She had posted the essay below, written by Rev. Henry Scott-Holland as part of a sermon he gave in 1910 after the death of King Edward VII.
Death Is Nothing at All
by Henry Scott-Holland Death is nothing at all.
It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
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…