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April 30, 2010

Light and darkness in nine parts

I've been reflecting today on the ancient teaching that says that the human individual consists of nine parts of light and darkness.

So a relatively good person, for instance, might have six parts light and three parts darkness. A wicked person might have eight parts darkness and one part light.

So as we wander round the house, in the silence of our lives, we push open doors and look in the rooms to see where we've forgotten to open the curtains, and allowed a rather high degree of gloom, not to say darkness, to settle.

In the meantime, I saw a very nice doctor who was at least seven parts light; and he's optimistic about my hernia, or lack of it:

'Let's see in a month' he says.

Something's still sore or torn or stretched; but I definitely sensed light at the end of the tunnel. And although I can't run yet, I can jog - which is like running, but slower - and I'll gratefully settle for that....

....for now....

Posted by Mr Bojangles at 01:16 PM | Comments (0)

April 29, 2010

The Bully and the Victim.

I have been dealing with a potential domestic violence situation.
As in most of these cases there is a bully and a victim, and considering their ages they are both playing their part rather well.
The bully is 3.5 years old and the victim is nearly 3. I will call them David and Katy.

Katy cries easily, David knows this and seems to enjoy the fact that he can make it happen.

Today David came into school with his Mum and younger brother, and whilst his Mum was taking his brother's coat off, a member of staff noticed Katy crying. When asked what the matter was, Katy told the adult that David had shouted at her. The staff member took Katy's hand and said they would go and talk to David about it. As they reached him, however, he stepped forward and without any warning slapped Katy hard across the cheek.

His Mum who was beside him reacted by asking him why he had hit the little girl and then sat him down and talked to him firmly in his birth language. My colleague took Katy to look after her and I then went to sit down beside David. He immediately moved away from me. I asked him to come back as I wanted to talk to him, but he replied 'No, you will hit me'. I gently replied 'I don't hit children, hitting anybody is wrong.'

He looked at me questioningly. This was obviously a new concept to him. I explained that in school grown ups never hit children; that hitting is unkind and hurts others. I asked him to look at Katy's face to see how sad she was, and explained that he had hurt and frightened Katy.

Later in the day, David spotted Katy from across the garden and called her name several times. Katy looked up and seeing who it was immediately burst into tears. I knelt down and asked Katy why she was crying, and she pointed across at David. I reminded her that David was only calling her name and that she was OK; that yes, David had hurt her this morning, but right now she wasn't hurting. I told her that I was by her side and two other members of staff were in the garden, so there was nothing to be frightened of. Katy calmed herself and continued to play.

Later when Katy was sitting on my lap, we spoke again about what had happened during the day and I encouraged her to use her voice to say a big NO, when someone did something that she did not like.
I promised that the adults in the nursery would help her.

This is an on going story for both children. David has a tough life, he already has two younger siblings and his parents find it difficult to give him the attention he needs; behaving badly gives him attention and any attention is better than none. David needs adults that will give him time and show him that relationships can be a place where he feels held and safe, and where he can share good times with others. He needs a place where he can learn to be kind, because people treat him kindly. He needs to be helped to understand that his actions do have consequences and can hurt others and he needs to be shown a different way to behave. He needs to learn that there are people who will listen and respond to his needs lovingly.

David needs adults who will respond to his challenging behaviour by giving him consistent and firm boundaries.

Katy, on the other hand, needs adults who will help her find her voice, so she will be able to speak up for herself and eventually say 'Stop shouting at me, I don't like it'. She needs to trust that until she is ready to do this, the adults around her will help her.

Along with my colleagues, I will do my best to help both these children by working with them and their families. I hope to make a difference in their lives, so when they are adults, they won't have to play the bully and the victim.

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April 28, 2010

Tao Te Ching

'In dwelling, live close to the ground.

In thinking, keep to the simple.

In conflict, be fair and generous.

In governing, don't try to control.

In work, do what you enjoy.

In family life, be competely present.'

Lao-Tzu

Of course, the greatest of all Taoist thinkers was the Pooh bear, about whom BEFORE, and maybe LATER, but not right NOW.

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April 27, 2010

The most beautiful thing

As you may or may not know, I may have a hernia. And then again, I may not. Some days I think i have, and other days, the idea is just too ridiculous.

The trouble is, when someone says you may have a hernia, you might as well have, whether you have one or not, because from that point on, everything then feels like a hernia. Sore finger? Hernia! Slight ear ache? Definitely hernia! Irritated by a shop keeper? Get down to A and E, NOW!

'Listen to your body' they say, which is good - but only if you speak
the same language. And like a politician, my body's not terribly good at answering specific questions. Hurts when I cough/doesn't hurt when i cough - well make your mind up!

A friend has kindly fixed me up to see a doctor about it. After some hesitation, I have made an appointment, but don't really want to go in case I'm wasting the doctor's time. Another friend pulled me up about this: he says I have to go, whether I want to or not, otherwise the other friend will be upset that he's tried to help me and I haven't taken him up on his offer. 'What, you didn't go? And after all that trouble I went to?'

You can see that this is a social minefield, and that it's all getting really complicated. The possibilities for offence multiply exponentially by the day. Two more days of this, and I'll have no friends at all.

I forget now where this all started - oh that's right, the possibility of a hernia.

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, and that's a fact. In the meantime, I'm just another poor sucker out there looking for that most beautiful thing: a correct diagnosis.

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April 26, 2010

Two surprisingly cheering gravestones

I am cheered this morning by two grave stones in Ross-on-Wye; commemorations in stone of two lives lived in the flesh. They stand side by side, in death as in life, wife and husband.

The first is Margeret Potter's stone. Can you read what it says? 'All the way to heaven is heaven.'

And then if you look at the stone next to it, that of the playwright Dennis Potter, there are some other words: 'And all of it a kiss.'

Yes.

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April 25, 2010

Ancient wisdom

Speaking of universal truths: whenever I feel out of emotional kilter, overwhelmed by events, or just hurt and bewildered by others assumptions about me, I begin to question everything I know I believe and everything I believe I know. I guess you could call all that 'learnt knowledge'.

In moments like this, time and again I return to Tao Te Ching, the little gem-like wonder of a book of deep wisdom laced with gentle humour and grace, written 2500 years ago by one Lao -tzu. I always end up feeling uplifted, if not wholly restored to what passes for serenity in my fundamentally un-serene self.

The physicist Niels Bohr said that "the opposite of correct statement is a false statement; the opposite of profound truth may well be another profound truth". This is a very profound statement in itself and I'm glad nobody is asking what its opposite would be, let alone whether it might also be true or not.

Tao Te Ching is full of such apparently contradictory assertions, but more about that another time perhaps. To segue seemlessly into the glorious materiality of the world we live in - I've been trying to persuade a friend of mine to go to Sunbury antique market in Kempton Racecourse. "It's fabulous and very Wabi-Sabi; there are 700 stalls; free entrance and car parking; we don't have to buy anything, but it sounds like a great day away" - I say. " Seven hundred opportunities NOT to buy" - says he, "that does indeed sound great".

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April 24, 2010

Universal Truths V Learnt Information

Universal Truths surface in people in all parts of the world, they appear in different cultures, religions and eras, they belong to all and yet are owned by none.
They are recognized as truth from within and are not imposed from the outside.
There is not a formula to prove they are right, but they are recognized and repeated in the nature of all things.
Universal truths were there before time but they do not age and can not be improved on, they are simple truths that do not change.
They are held within all living things and can break out in an individual at any given time.

Learnt Information comes from without, it is given, taught or imposed on individuals from others.
There at times when it can be helpful. It can show us how to do things that need a 'right' answer in order to receive a certain result, like following a recipe, building an engine or adding up numbers.
Learnt Information can help us do our jobs and find directions to places, It can also help us how to know how to act in order to be accepted in different societies or groups.
Learnt Information can help us climb the ladder, pass exams and jump through hoops, It can help individuals to be accepted in their chosen world.

The Ego loves learnt information, because it can grab and use it to do its bidding, it uses the learnt information to manipulate situations into the way it wants them to go.

Universal Truths are held in the Essence of all living things, they appear when they are needed, they can not be adapted or manipulated and they always bring healing.
Empty the space and Universal Truth will flow into it.

The Ego goes on the run when Universal Truths appear, for they strip away all disguises and in their presence anything that tries to deceive will be uncovered and outed.

Posted by Shelliz at 10:18 PM | Comments (0)

April 20, 2010

Slaving away.

I have a autistic friend, he is seven years old and has just been learning about slaves.
He came home from school and announced
"Mums are like slaves, they have to look after you, they have to do what you tell them and they don't get paid"
He's got a point!

Posted by Shelliz at 07:12 PM | Comments (0)

Will Mr Bojangles be fit for Saturday?

Yesterday, I went to see an osteopath - not to be mistaken for a psychopath, which is a very different craft.

He is, of course, the best osteopath in the world, and revealed that I had torn my abductor muscles and may also have a hernia. I'm hoping that it isn't a hernia; hoping that very much. In the meantime, he's working on the torn muscles.

As he massages my damaged thigh, I ask endless questions:
'Would Deep Heat help?'
'No - it makes no difference at all. It merely irritates the skin giving the impression of heat.'
'They're making alot of money from something that doesn't help.'
'They are, yes.'
'So what about the cold spray, that makes the affected area feel freezing. Surely that helps?'
'No.'
'OK. But I always feel better after a hot bath, so presumably that's helping the healing.'
'No - you just feel more relaxed for about twenty minutes. There's no healing there.'

It may have been at this point that I had to stop talking because the pain was too excruciating. A little earlier I'd said cheerily: 'Well, at least it doesn't hurt as much as last week!' He had stayed ominously quiet at the time, and now I knew why. He knew what was coming.

But I suppose my questions revealed a determination to speed up the healing process. There must be something I can do, something I can buy at the chemist!
'Oh, there are lots of things you can buy at the chemist, Simon. But they're all placebos.'
'If I was a premiership footballer, I'd be in an oxygen tent.'

(My osteopath treats premiership footballers, international rugby players, athletes, the lot. On reflection, my body must be something of a disappointment to him.)

'Maybe,' he says in response. 'But in certain areas, technology can only make a very few percentage points of difference.'
'So it's really about time?' I say.
'It's mainly about time, Simon, yes. The body needs time.'

So greetings, brother time - reluctantly, maybe, but I must make a friend of you. Yes, we shall be friends!

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April 19, 2010

Natural forces

As thousands of people have discovered since last week, indeed you cannot control NATURE. The volcanic ash cloud will ground our magnificent flying machines for as long as.. well.. nobody knows for how long..

It will no doubt interfere with many people's important plans, and the Royal Navy 'rescue' mission to bring the Brits home is under way as I write this.

This takes me back many years ago, when I too was stranded in a faraway place I went to visit for two weeks. I ended up staying two months. Luckily, nobody came to my rescue, and I spent eight unforgettable weeks in the arctic circle (Svalbard), happily accepting my fate. With no dependants and of a freelance working status, my life and my time were my own. So when eventually I was kindly offered a helicopter lift to the airport by the Governor visiting our station, I accepted it with mixed feelings.

During my prolonged arctic experience, I was forced to give up control, to give up the Ghost of Planning (that enemy of Seven in the Enneagram), and to really live in the present.

Never before or after had I felt so small, humble and insignificant as in that grand natural scenario, so part of the bigger picture, so at the mercy of the elements, and yet so much alive and so close to the Great Ineffable.

Now. if I could have some of that without leaving my immediate urban setting; or at least without going further north than the North Pole pub in W10..

Posted by Marzena at 07:24 PM | Comments (0)

April 18, 2010

Alive to what's real

I was interested in Marzena's wondering about what makes someone come alive?

In my own experience the realization that even when I wanted to, I had no power to change the events that had rocked my world, so having to accept and live what I could not change was my wake up call.

I now know that I have no control over nature and no control over other people, all I can do is try to live each day in the best and kindest way possible.

I have the power to decide whether to react to unthoughtful or unkind actions or to allow them to wash through me and accept they come from a hurting place in others.
When I've had to walk a painful path, I've learnt to stay with the feelings until with acceptance they have transformed into something else, I do not have a word for it, but it is just 'a sense that whatever comes my way it will be ok'. I do not understand it but I am held by it. I've discoverd a BIG TRUST, which is a coming home for a Enneagram number six.
I still sometimes lose it for a while but I am getting better at recognising when I have lost touch with this reality and I can find my way back.

So I guess my answer to the question posed by Marzena would be
'To celebrate, to rejoice, to dance, to cry, to mourn, to be still, to live whatever is real that's what makes me come alive.'

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April 16, 2010

what makes you come alive

I stumbled upon this quote today, as you do in the course of a typical working day in the bookshop:

"Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and go do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."

It's from one Howard Thurman (no, I haven't heard of him either), and you just know it's true, in every way and on every level. Change yourself before you try to change the world etc..

But I wonder.. What if what makes one come alive is the attempt to change the world, or - on the other hand - just a new haircut?

Posted by Marzena at 08:54 PM | Comments (0)

The delayed appointment with Vidal Sassoon

I was thinking about Einstein's failure to realise that he needed a hair cut; how it was that he missed that sweet enlightenment.

And it made me think of words spoken by the former blaspheming and truly charmless slave trader, John Newton:

'I am not what I ought to be; I am not what I wish to be; I am not what I hope to be; but by the grace of God I am not what I was.'

Sometimes, the hair must wait.

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April 15, 2010

A genius in need of a haircut

Everyone 's favourite genius, Albert Einstein, was supposed to have remarked:

"A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin; what else does a man need to be happy".

With the greatest respect: a haircut.

Posted by Marzena at 06:07 PM | Comments (0)

April 12, 2010

Katyn

I wanted to post something today about the horrific air crash in Russia that killed Polish president (and all others on board), but since I am neither a news bulletin nor a believer in conspiracy theories, I shall be silent about it. Or almost silent.

What happened is bitterly ironic in an obvious sort of way, but the ultimate and desirable irony would be if this event helped the healing of old wounds between Polish and Russian nations. There are signs that this might be happening already and the sincere outpouring of grief and manifectations of solidarity on the Russian side is truly moving.

We Poles unite whenever national tragedy strikes ( I, like many others, wasn't a great fun of Kaczynski's views and policies); political differences don't matter in times like this.

But if we could go even further, beyond our national egos, the word Katyn could yet acquire a different symbolic meaning to the one it held for 70 years. So help us God.

Posted by Marzena at 09:53 PM | Comments (0)

When the dog just stares...

I offered the following to a friend today, and thought that was that.

But now its tugging at me again, like an under-exercised dog. It wants another run-out.

I've hesitated, suggested we do other things instead, cleverer things, smarter things, things more, oh I don't know - anything! But no, its doleful eyes stare upwards, melting my protests, quietening my soul. So here it is, for a second time today. Why? I don't know. Perhaps you do:

Give to the winds your fears,
Hope and be undismayed,
God hears your sighs and counts your tears,
He shall lift up your head.

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April 11, 2010

Allowing Truth

Beware of any person or organization who thinks they own truth, for truth can not be captured and will just run through the fingers of anyone who tries to contain it.
Truth is free and flowing in the world and I feel healthiest when I go with it.
When I am well and settled I work to serve truth, but when I am needy and unwell the sad fact is I try to shape truth to fit my needs.

Posted by Shelliz at 02:59 PM | Comments (0)

April 10, 2010

slings and arrows

Sometimes, life is just one damn thing after another..

Take this week, for example - in chronological rather than their position on a scale of 'badness' order, the following slings and arrows struck: caught a stomach bug; my bath allegedly started to leak into downstairs neighbour's flat; favourite colleague at work - kind, funny, knowledgeable, irreplaceable Ulrich announced leaving for a new job in Oxford; Polish president + 100 others died in a Russian plane crash.

In short, not the greatest of weeks. On the bright side, there is a lot to be grateful for: the glorious sun after months of blackout; trees in blossom everywhere, lots of people buying real books in real bookshops; an evening drink with real friend; the existence of Bruch's violin concerto; warm bath before bedtime.. Oops! Leaking bath equals no bath till plumber cometh! Typical.. Sometimes life is just one damn thing after another..

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April 09, 2010

Cheltenham and a darling little baby

Well, I went to Cheltenham - a particularly nice drive after Oxford - did my talk and then came back. It was what it was, as they say. It's just that I dont know what it was, for we all passed like ships in the night. It was a warm evening, an interactive evening, but beyond that? Perhaps in five years I will meet someone and they'll say, 'I heard you once in Cheltenham, and what i experienced that evening was etc etc' Ah! Then I'll have a clue as to what it was. Until then, I know nothing but the emptiness of the travelling speaker...

In the meantime, however, and moving swiftly on, why not visit a baby? Yes, this site: http://www.whitecrowbooks.com/ is only a day old. A day old, bless its tiny cotton socks! Aaahhh! Like all babies, it looks just like Winston Churchill - aaaahhh! again - but more importantly, features all my 'Conversations with the remarkable' series, featuring chats with Vincent Van Gogh, Conan Doyle, Meister Eckhart and Leo Tolstoy.

So,they're now completely available to all discerning readers. (Yes, sorry - only the discerning can buy them. If your card or password is rejected, take that as a hint to buck your ideas up.)

Sorry to end on this slightly carping note.

Posted by Mr Bojangles at 03:13 PM | Comments (0)

April 08, 2010

Assumption - the mother of all fuck-ups

Shelley - Ever since my husband saw Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, this pithy little one liner has fallen into fairly constant use in our household. See how easily I assumed Vincent's clarity about his vocation completely disregarding the effect of his mental illness or his dependency on his brother. Even after years of consciously practising reeling my projections in, they still come to me as naturally and as unconsciously as breathing, and as you say, skilfully bypass the realities of the assumer and the assumed.

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April 07, 2010

Time to jump ship?

The trouble with making assumptions about others,
Is that they are rarely accurate.
One wrong thought leads to another,
Which sends the thinking machine into overdrive,
And before long, a complicated story has been woven.
The trouble being,
It is a completly false complicated story!
But this story can cause untold unhappiness to the assumer.
The power crazy ego needs to be right at any cost,
Like a parasite, it has no feeling or mercy for its host,
And does not care who it insults or attacks.
Now behaving in this way can sometimes,
Bring hurt and misery to others, if they allow it.
But it is the assumer who is the one,
That has pressed the self destruct button
And they are on a journey to oblivion.
Maybe it is time to jump ship?

Posted by Shelliz at 06:46 PM | Comments (0)

April 06, 2010

Go West, my son!

Go West, my son!

Well, I am. I'm travelling west to Cheltenham tonight to reflect on mysticism with some people there. (Not sure how ticket sales are going; not good last time I heard.) Anyway, I'll let you know how it all goes because this blog is nothing if not a soap opera of truth, interrupted.

The first rule of truth, of course, is that it's state-dependent. Discovery is determined not by the honey-words speaker or the latest must-have book, but by our inner state. It is this that makes truth possible, or impossible, for us to recieve; and this that ensures there are no short cuts on the journey. You can't snatch at truth; only dismantle the walls that repel it.

So in Cheltenham tonight, it's all about climate - a climate of safety and kindness which nurtures a state of openness. If we have this, then we have everything.

Are the best speakers those who least get in the way of this process? Quite possibly. Certainly I struggle to prepare for these things - for beyond the climate, I have nothing to say or do, apart from focusing on making myself invisible.

Tonight in Cheltenham, it's all about climate; inner states and my starring role as the invisible man.

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April 05, 2010

Bringing the Child Home

In every adult, there is a little damaged child hiding away.
For in this world where adults have the last say,
The child is always the sacrifice.
The good news is,
That every damaged child, potentially,
Has its very own saviour, in the form of it's adult self.
The adult first has to acknowledge the hidden pain
And recognize the child calling from within.
Then the adult needs to be brave enough
To return to a place where they had no power.
Many will choose not to go and instead continue to live,
In the imaginary safe place that they have created for themselves.
For the brave, the next part of the journey,
Is making friends with and gaining the child's trust.
The adult needs to be prepared for this to take time,
Many visits back, and plenty of patience.
For the child who has ben abandoned for so long,
Can be as wild and and violent as a scared animal.
Each time the adult cannot cope and turns away,
It feeds the child's anger and distrust.
Be prepared, for this part of the journey,
Can take a very long time and many adults will give up,
Choosing instead to cage and gag the child.
Then they will carry on living a half life,
Knowing that part of them is missing.
Some may look to replace it with someone or something else.
Others will convince themselves they need nothing else.
Either way it is a lie lived.
But if the adult perseveres and succeeds in bringing the child home,
Then it will be the beginning of a different kind of life.
I believe it will be a good and truthful life.

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Easter Exultet

Today this poem came into my inbox. There are several lines that echo inside me - given I was praising clarity last month, I obviously cheer "Walk toward clarity" but I particularly love the line "En route to disaster, insist on canticles" - if you're going to make choices that turn out to be spectacularly wrong, at least be accompanied by some sung prayers!

Easter Exultet

Shake out your qualms.
Shake up your dreams.
Deepen your roots.
Extend your branches.
Trust deep water
and head for the open,
even if your vision
shipwrecks you.
Quit your addiction
to sneer and complain.
Open a lookout.
Dance on a brink.
Run with your wildfire.
You are closer to glory
leaping an abyss
than upholstering a rut.
Not dawdling.
Not doubting.
Intrepid all the way
Walk toward clarity.
At every crossroad
Be prepared
to bump into wonder.
Only love prevails.
En route to disaster
insist on canticles.
Lift your ineffable
out of the mundane.
Nothing perishes;
nothing survives;
everything transforms.
Honeymoon with Big Joy.

James Broughton

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April 04, 2010

in Private Eye this week

In the old days boys wanted to enter the priesthood..

..Rather than the other way round.

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April 03, 2010

The Good Man Jesus

Unless you have been abroad (lucky you), in a coma (wouldn't mind, as long as waking AFTER the elections was guaranteed), or simply uninterested in new books (wish I were, what with all the unread classics), you'd have heard that Philip Pullman has rewritten that best known story of the last 2000 years; it has been published, just in time for Easter, as The Good Man Jesus and the Scoundrel Christ.

In his version Mary gives birth to twins: Jesus and his sinister brother Christ. But it isn't a simple and predictable take on Christianity i.e. Jesus: good, Church: power-mad, repressive, bad. Nor is it an attempt at 'uncovering' real, suppressed history of Jesus. Pullman is no Dan Brown - his writing is incomparably superior for a start, and his moral universe and is far more complex. So, even though the author describes himself as an atheist, there is no 'message' in his book. What there is plenty of - a large imaginative sympathy, reflection on Jesus and on tensions and contradictions of organised religion - goes into making a wonderful story about how stories become stories, and how authority and tradition can serve to keep them alive.

Apparently the author has already received large number of letters from outraged Christians, wanting, if not to crucify him, then certainly to save his soul. It's a knee-jerk reaction on both sides of the divide - both the angry believers who attack Pullman, and the smug antireligious 'brights' who praise him, might be missing the point.

It has been said that myth is not fiction, but history distilled into meaning. Pullman's reinterpretation of the Christian myth makes me want to go straight back to the source and read the Gospels (in King James version - always a sucker for a beautiful language, moi!).

But first things first and the Gospels will have to wait, for I have four far more important books to tackle first - our Simon's Conversations With..

Happy Easter!

Posted by Marzena at 08:07 PM | Comments (0)

All Is Well

Stop struggling,
Stop fighting,
Lie still
And let life flow through you.

Close your eyes,
Feel the movement of your breath,
Stop listening to the voices
And allow them to fade away.

There is nothing to fear,
None to do you harm,
You are well
And all is well.

Posted by Shelliz at 04:18 PM | Comments (0)

April 02, 2010

Good Friday

I remember one woman who came to church only once a year, on Good Friday.

It was the only day of the year when she felt she was given permission to be sad; the only day large enough to receive her pain.

On other Sundays she felt she had to worship someone or be grateful or pure or whatever.

But on Good Friday - well, it's different.

So welcome.

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