Lately, with the state of the world, construction noise on our apartment house (and perhaps Uranus retrograde!?), I have been having a harder time keeping my mind from fear and stress.
In answer to my pain my Wise Self says:
LIFE IS NOT A PROBLEM TO BE SOLVED, BUT AN ADVENTURE TO BE LIVED.
What, dear readers, makes you feel more alive, more adventurous?
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
What Would You Have This Child You Love To Know?
A woman walks down the street carrying a jug of water.
Her mind is troubled by things occurring to her
and by things happening on earth.
An angel says to God,
What would you have this child you love to know?
And God says,
I would wish this child I love to be thankful for the good, clean water in her hands.
I would wish her to feel the cool breeze, and know it is my breath.
That each person she passes has a sun, moon, and star inside,
just as the sun, moon, and star within herself.
I would wish this child I love not to think about problems,
but to fill her mind with beauty, hope, and peace.
To see the flowers and butterflies, the shadows of trees, the flight of birds.
I would wish her to hear the song of birds,
and know it is my voice.
To smell the jasmine in the air,
and know it's my perfume.
To see the sky
and know that all is well.
To breathe,
and know that breath is grace.
Star Saint Claire 7/7/11, San Diego, CA
Her mind is troubled by things occurring to her
and by things happening on earth.
An angel says to God,
What would you have this child you love to know?
And God says,
I would wish this child I love to be thankful for the good, clean water in her hands.
I would wish her to feel the cool breeze, and know it is my breath.
That each person she passes has a sun, moon, and star inside,
just as the sun, moon, and star within herself.
I would wish this child I love not to think about problems,
but to fill her mind with beauty, hope, and peace.
To see the flowers and butterflies, the shadows of trees, the flight of birds.
I would wish her to hear the song of birds,
and know it is my voice.
To smell the jasmine in the air,
and know it's my perfume.
To see the sky
and know that all is well.
To breathe,
and know that breath is grace.
Star Saint Claire 7/7/11, San Diego, CA
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