Author: Veronica Hallissey

  • My Earth, My Earth. . .

      How often have we said ‘it just doesn’t translate.’  Meaning that the nuance of the word is so important that when it isn’t there,  the meaning alters.  The word insensate is such a word.  The meaning of sensate means that there is an appreciation by the senses,  that what is perceived is beautiful and…

  • The Breaking Day. . .

      Not often do we find sunrise photos.  I thank Jon Katz of BEDLAMFARM.com for this photo which he so graciously lets me use.   Here in California,  morning’s sunrise can be counted on pretty much and often to our detriment as these weeks have shown.  Still, photos like these require a photographer to rise early…

  • Reverence For Learning. . .

    If I was to be an earth shaker,  I would first shake man.  I would have the apples fall down on his head again and again until some sense would come from the constant bombardment.  I would ply him with this food that tells him who he is.  I would have him search his inmost…

  • Sum Virat Honor. . . We Honor Truth. . . .

    It is not without recourse that the soul cries in the night.  It is not with abandon that the individual who mourns whatever loss, be it of his innocence or that of a physical parting, is left.  We know and are known, and never is there a thought which rises from the physical brain and…

  • Show Me. . . you are the more. . .

    Show Me. . . you are the more. . . When I see you in your prayers, you pull from me something akin to obeisance of the highest kind. I drop to my knees and want to pray with you, to the mighty of All That Is who garnished upon us all the sweetness that…

  • We Are Her Stewards. . . . . . love her. . . serve her. . . protect her. . .

      Photo by Joe Hallissey Sr.

  • Angels Unaware. . .

      Angels Unaware. . . Seldom do dreams stay with me,  and though there are many diverse opinions on the importance of dreams,  in early times they were taken as imperative directions.  This one has stayed with me every day for a week.  It was a dream of deaf children and it seemed it went…

  • Bread, not cake. . .

      I want bread. . .thank you. . . .   I have worked out this loaf that pleases me greatly.  It is a favorite when it is fresh and toasted it is not to be believed.  An open faced cheddar sliced cheese melted on it to toast with a couple of slices of crisp…

  • A Balanced Judgment. . .

    Many Chances. . . I had written that it is a wonderful play on words when we are given a phrase and then run like the wind with it.  I had written about  ‘a sense of snow’ and someone with this sense can tell you many things when seeing a footprint in the snow and…

  • An Observation. . .

    Nowhere Else To Go. . .   There are  those who are quick to say that all of life consists of making choices.  And choices are made many times.  But what is not considered is that Conscience is a heavy determiner.  There are circumstances that prevent choices and options are non existent.  Commitment and responsibility…