Month: August 2014

  • The Obligation Of Knowledge

    The Obligation Of Knowledge The Teacher speaks. . . .When you realize that understanding is a bigger or heavier burden than not understanding, your behavior or course of action is already decided. The reason is this. When you have the knowledge, you have the obligation. Not knowing the reason for a person’s behavior gives one…

  • I Would Teach

      I Would Teach   There is one thing I would teach if I could it would be that who we are is always safe.   A reader who caught the essence of what I was saying, had commented on a post that it made her feel safe.   More than safe I would add, …

  • The Embrace (a toast)

    The Embrace  (a toast) In the clasping of the body, arms which embrace, in the coming together is a unity that nothing can impair.  That it is truly locked in time. Somehow the eternal has been grasped and time is not of the essence. That there is a space for this oneness of divine souls,…

  • Arguing Her Argues

          Arguing Her Argues How could I not love them? They grew beneath my heart, waiting for my heart to beat so that theirs’ would continue beating. Did you not think I would not know this? And they would be reason enough for me to keep breathing? You did not know me .…

  • August

    August It is August and there is a sliver of breath inside the sill. The deep breath of autumn is, I think, a matter of time; perhaps only in the memory of the child anxious for the world of new books to open. Anxious for the toys of summer to be put aside to make…

  • Industry And Creativity

      Industry and Creativity  Our world needs our arms and legs and talents.  Heaven needs our industry to keep our planet afloat.  We are industrious and we are also creative.   And to be both is what life is all about.  We construct our lives by what is imaged and we create in physical space what…

  • If We Sing To The Children

      If We Sing To The Children I wear these memories as a cloak to ward off the chill. Emotions forgotten, but like new now ripping along my arms, settling bumps in straight rows to my heart. Kindred hearts, matching my own heartbeat, with eyes like mine and reflecting our souls. Music in voices saying,…

  • Bless The Experience

      This particular post has been a favorite one of many people.  It is to me because of various reasons and I need to remind my self  that blessing an experience,  especially ones that are painful to remember,  is as necessary for my well being as giving silent thank yous for the many good experiences.  …

  • To Research Oneself

    The Teacher Speaks. . . . .For the one who searches the Heavens  for his answers and then hopes to find the answers in his actions, his activities and in the midst of his affiliations,  he might find them there if he chooses so.  But chances are the answers he seeks will be in his…

  • The Day Is Good Bread

    Resentments hang heavy on the heart. Heaven teaches by the only weapon they have.   That is Conscience. Beware the one who sings loudest in church.   They may be pleading a cause of which they are not proud. Swift action by the wrong person often takes the decision out of the hands of the one who…