Author: Veronica Hallissey

  • The God Search

    From a work in progress I speak of beginning my search,  because of course the word journey was outside my frame of reference.  I had no way of knowing that this was something only the very brave and the well educated  ventured on.    No one seemed to have answers to my questions and I was…

  • The Invited Guest. . . .the Carpenter

    The Teachers Speak. . . .and yet the beauty we encounter is being multiplied here and there,  but lacking only the invisible quotient.. . . . we have not been invited in.   What did you learn to do so young?   To invite the hosts of heaven as your daily companions and then to proceed to…

  • A Joy And a Privilege

     A Joy And a Privilege It will be thirty years ago this year that a computer was put on my desk.   And it was three weeks later that I approached it knowing I needed to learn how to use it. Up to that time I looked at it everyday and understood that it was here…

  • A New Road

    A New Road Whenever religious holy days   come to be,   I cannot help but think of those who are in the throes of giving up their religion and leaving what has been their way of life.  It is not an easy decision to come to, no matter the age of the person. The young will…

  • An Invocation

    In Love We Pray As we enjoin the Universal Spirit to entrust us with another spring, another resurrection,  awaken within us the desire to nurture the world that has nurtured us.   Let our hearts lead us to that place where we intuitively cherish the Earth Mother who feeds and clothes us and gives us sustenance.  …

  • One Of The Best Things

    One Of The Best Things One of the best things about growing old is that one has a store of memories to choose from to either entertain,  beguile or sometimes companion one in the body’s misery.   All one has to do is  conjure  the memory and whoa!    There we are.   Simple as that.  One just…

  • Look Often Into the Mist

    When we look deeply into our selves, we are often surprised at the direction our thoughts have taken.   Sometimes it is a bit scary simply because it is foreign to our upbringing. It is not what we have been taught. Wondering where this will be leading us, we plow on.   For some of us…

  • The Mist That Sustains Me

    On NBC Nightly News this past March 20 a segment concerning a young boy with memory of a prior life was interviewed and his memories have proven valid and correct.   I was not aware that Dr. Tucker of the University of Virginia was doing research on prior lives of children.   As he said in the…

  • White Forest

    White Forest  Deep in the heart’s dream, as deep as any forest, lying amid the debris the ancients left for others to peace, lie dreams of today’s children yielding only to their passions, asking the chance to manifest. Are we not today’s keepers, charging a new reality for the dreamer’s chance for glory? Asking only…

  • Of The Pen That Writes

     Over a half century ago when I plunked our younger of less than a year into his crib for the umpteenth time, (he learned to climb out at nine months old), frustrated beyond measure,  I shouted at him,  ‘why did you choose me as your mother?’   And as I heard the words of my mouth…