Allow yourself to be gentle, to be kind.No need to force, no need to rush.Allow yourself to be, and to feel, different every day...to be human.Try to greet that difference with patience, acceptance and a pinch of curiosity. Allow your priorities and focusto be different every day but, always,with an underlying awarenessof the central purpose… Continue reading Just because it felt worth sharing…
Tag: Camino
Where no-one is harried and nothing is forced…
As we move towards the end of the year, and the season of Advent, I've been reflecting on how this year began for me, when I spent 3 months living in (and taking care of) the home of a friend in the tiny village of Molinaseca on the Camino de Santiago in Spain. That settled… Continue reading Where no-one is harried and nothing is forced…
Why I go down to the river…
We're experiencing a heatwave in Spain at the moment, with record temperatures announced each day in the town where I'm currently living, and a 'record-record' reached yesterday, as we tipped over into the 40-degree-plus celsius realm. The mornings are still comparatively cool (in the low 20's) but, from 2pm onwards, the temperature gradually climbs, shutters… Continue reading Why I go down to the river…
The Rosebush…
Yesterday I received, not for the first time, a life-giving lesson in the powerful and ever-present reality of the quality of Grace. How it lives within each of us. How each of us has the power to use it gently, kindly, wisely, consciously, as part of our own way of being, through our own choice… Continue reading The Rosebush…
A Prayer for the Possible…
Yesterday morning a dear friend sent me a link to a televised Mass from a Catholic church in Ireland, which she'd tuned into by chance, because she wanted me to see how the Mass had started. She knows me well, and she knows that the way in which Catholic Masses traditionally begin (verbally acknowledging that… Continue reading A Prayer for the Possible…
That blessed ‘something more…’
I don’t believe it matters how we start, when we start, or even where we think we’re heading, the only thing that seems to matter is listening to the part of us that longs for and just knows there’s something more. We tell ourselves, or are told by others, many things about why we should… Continue reading That blessed ‘something more…’
Sometimes
Sometimes words don’t work. Sometimes a candle-lit room, accompanied by the sound of rain, says more than the greatest philosopher. Sometimes pain is our greatest teacher. Sometimes those that give us life try to destroy us. Sometimes time doesn’t heal our wounds. Sometimes choosing life is harder than giving in to death. Sometimes friends become… Continue reading Sometimes
Redemption
The time will comewhen that which troubled youpounds at the door of your heartno more. When the endless clouds of confusion and competing choice part... and only clear, uncluttered clarity remains. When that which seemed so complex, confounding, complicated and weighed-down with worry.. transforms, as day-light breaks. Miraculous metamorphosis And the earth-bound, shadowed, heavy, static… Continue reading Redemption
The Advent Calendar of Life…
So here we are, approaching the end of the year in the week of Christmas, mentally and physically preparing for, anticipating, joyously awaiting, ignoring or dreading the arrival of The Big Day. And how we´re feeling will, no doubt, have been shaped by our life experience up to this point, and by the circumstances of… Continue reading The Advent Calendar of Life…
Just trying…
I've been told in the past that I have 'a way with words'. Sometimes someone says it when I write something that appeals to them. Sometimes it's when I've listened to what someone has said, responded with the underlying message that I've heard, and been told "That's exactly what I was trying to say but… Continue reading Just trying…
La Casa de Paz 