The journey

“One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice-
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations, though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen branches and stones.
but little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do-
determined to save
the only life you could save.”

~ Mary Oliver

a-journey

Gonna make a brand new start

“On down by avalon
Avalon of the heart
On down by avalon
Gonna make a brand new start

Oh the holy grail
Baby behind the sun
Oh the holy grail
Down by avalon

Well I came upon
The enchanted vale
Down by the viaducts of my dreams
Down by camelot, hangs the tale
In the ancient vale

Oh the avalon sunset
Avalon of the heart
Me and my lady
Goin down by avalon

Well I came upon
The enchanted vale
Down by the viaducts of my dreams
Near camelot, hangs the tale
Of the enchanted vale

In the upper room
There the cup does stand
In the upper room
Down by avalon

Goin down by avalon
Oh my avalon of the heart
Goin down by avalon
Gonna make a brand new start

Oh down by avalon
Oh baby behind the sun
Goin down by avalon
Well the journeys just begun

Oh down by avalon
Sweet avalon of the heart
Goin down by avalon
Gonna make a brand new start”

` Van Morrison

Bright side of the road

“From the dark end of the street
To the bright side of the road
We’ll be lovers once again on the
Bright side of the road

Little darlin, come with me
Won’t you help me share my load
From the dark end of the street
To the bright side of the road

Into this life we’re born
Baby sometimes, sometimes we don’t know why
And time seems to go by so fast
In the twinkling of an eye

Let’s enjoy it while we can
(Let’s enjoy it while we can)
Won’t you help me sing my song
From the dark end of the street
To the bright side of the road

From the dark end of the street
To the bright side of the road
We’ll be lovers once again
On the bright side of the road
We’ll be lovers once again
On the bright side of the road”

~ Van Morrison

A blessing . . .

“May you awaken to the mystery of being here and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.
May you have joy and peace in the temple of your senses.
May you receive great encouragement when new frontiers beckon.
May you respond to the call of your gift and find the courage to follow its path.
May the flame of anger free you from falsity.
May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame and may anxiety never linger about you.
May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of soul.
May you take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek no attention.
May you be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul.
May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder.”

~ John O’Donohue

light and shadow

Metaphors

“Half the people in the world think that the metaphors of their religious traditions, for example, are facts. And the other half contends that they are not facts at all. As a result we have people who consider themselves believers because they accept metaphors as facts, and we have others who classify themselves as atheists because they think religious metaphors are lies.” ~ Joseph Campbell, Thou Art That: Transforming Religious Metaphor

pans-labyrinth

The click of the sundial

“It is possible to be struck by a
meteor or a single-engine plane while
reading in a chair at home. Pedestrians
are flattened by safes falling from
rooftops mostly within the panels of
the comics, but still, we know it is
possible, as well as the flash of
summer lightning, the thermos toppling
over, spilling out on the grass.
And we know the message can be
delivered from within. The heart, no
valentine, decides to quit after
lunch, the power shut off like a
switch, or a tiny dark ship is
unmoored into the flow of the body’s
rivers, the brain a monastery,
defenseless on the shore. This is
what I think about when I shovel
compost into a wheelbarrow, and when
I fill the long flower boxes, then
press into rows the limp roots of red
impatiens — the instant hand of Death
always ready to burst forth from the
sleeve of his voluminous cloak. Then
the soil is full of marvels, bits of
leaf like flakes off a fresco,
red-brown pine needles, a beetle quick
to burrow back under the loam. Then
the wheelbarrow is a wilder blue, the
clouds a brighter white, and all I
hear is the rasp of the steel edge
against a round stone, the small
plants singing with lifted faces, and
the click of the sundial as one hour
sweeps into the next.”

~ Billy Collins
picnic and storm

Sunday morning music

Our Friendship

“As I think of our friendship, I begin to see
Mere words can’t describe what you mean to me.
When this cold, hard world has me lonesome and blue
I look up to see my angel, my sweet angel, you.

You dry the tears that fall from my eyes.
You bring me sunshine to brighten my sky.
You rescue me when I’m scared and alone
And take my hand to lead me home.

No matter the miles that keep us apart
We’re always together in each other’s hearts
Sometimes we take for granted, I fear,
The ones who are so close and dear.

We get so caught up in life and things we must do
Sometimes we forget to stop and say I love you.
If ever you felt I forgot or didn’t care
Let me stop right now, my true feelings I’ll share.

You’re the sun in my sky, the bed where I lie.
You’re the home where I’m safe, the field where I play.
You’re everything I am, everything I do.”

~ Marcia M. Griffith