Author: Veronica Hallissey

  • Approaching Earth Day. . . .as a lover. . . .

    Love Letter To My Planet Earth My love affair started when I was about eight and laid upon the green grass and willed the clouds into playmates for my thoughts.  I wished, I told my sky,  I wished to be wise.  I am not sure I knew what wise meant other than just plain smart.…

  • Light Touches. . . . .

    Light Touches Your light touch on the small of my back, gains for me a courage lacking sometimes to even climb the curb. I appreciate that. Somehow beneath the layers of what I hold to be the who of what I am, is a someone still of note. Comforting to lay my hand on the…

  • Book Drawing

    Book Drawing I have had more than a usual number who have been viewing my books for a drawing.  The month has come and gone when I usually do and I missed my cue.  Now I offer either a copy of Kiss The Moon, a book of poetry or The Last Bird Sings, a story…

  • Revelation. . .

    The question is asked:  What do I confront when I turn to my concept of education?  That education is a thing of the heart and Spirit and no learned institution can impart what is necessary to complete this life.  That all bards and philosophers knew that Cosmic Consciousness of the individual was what they talked…

  • Barroom Floors. . . the divine implications. . . .

    Barroom floors and spittoons. . . . Oftentimes we are thrown onto ourselves to sink or swim.  It may be a crisis at work, of illness, family or an unexplained malaise within us.  We then must use inner resources simply to keep on keeping on.  When conditions change, we look back and much to our…

  • Guard The Children Well. . . .

      Before us we have children who wish to be taught and loved and nurtured and given what children deserve.  A sacred passage into the world of delights and treasures and it all begins with the desire to learn.  It is within the heart of each to begin this process that sends us on a…

  • After The Gathering. . . .

    It is not always necessary or wise to hang onto rituals or traditions.  Sometimes they are no longer appropriate to a new situation.  But the loss of one of the finest customs of the past is a dinner invitation to someone’s home.  In today’s world where time is at a premium,  often dinner invitations take…

  • A Matter Of Trust Is a Matter Of Life. . . .

      Taking Flight There was a year I learned that creatures,  no matter the species, have memory.   Birds I found  are not forgetful.  I had 2 mourning doves in my hanging planter outside the back door.   They started to nest that past week.   The planter was hanging just on the rim of the patio cover…

  • It Makes Little Difference. . . .

        Excerpt from a journal entry of July 20, 1981. . . . I am responsible for who I am.  The responsibility cannot be assumed by an other.  I may be an alien in this world, but this world, this beautiful world is not an alien place.  It is here to sustain and nourish…

  • Think It Through. . . .

    Men may live lives of quiet desperation but is it not better to punch out the heavens and settle the fight?                                   ***** Some people prefer to sit on hot rocks.                                                                                                                ***** The path for the journey…