Author: Veronica Hallissey

  • Thoughts Enroute

    Thoughts Enroute The cliché ‘I am only human’ is a self qualifier and an excuse in case of failure. Reverse psychology would have humans admitting their divine self and then the Heavens would have reason to shout, ‘Prove it!’ We then might not fall so squarely on our ethics. The only tool necessary in physical…

  • In All Things

    In All Things In all things, the wheat will be gathered and the chaff discarded. The kernel bears the fruit but the husk in its time will yield its stuff. It will be found worthy by those in search of husks. And then the chaff discarded will be left to kernel another time. The lilies…

  • Beginnings

    Beginnings We  began in universal waters as particles of nonsense, showing no discernment. We collided and combusted when two immutable pieces united. We formed an eye of calm in the maelstrom and grew. Spongy surfaces clung to us and weedlike trails spun from us. With no conscious knowledge we grew and yielded a vitrum that…

  • Memory Quilt

      Memory Quilt   When it is time I will draw high my memory quilt, to cover shivering bones. Pictured will be events richly patterned and pleasing to the soul. Astonishing not to recall emotions pressed beyond belief, battles fought to frightful finishes. Left like barnacles clinging to a disabled craft, slippery in substance, suitable…

  • Pieces Of The Rock

      Pieces Of The Rock Destiny causes us to pursue what is inherently ours, pleads our cause and then the ethers guard jealously the petitions. The intangibles provide the greater obstacles in life. The storm is the whirlwind but what follows is gentle on the brow. If your batteries need recharging, how will you light…

  • Don’t Stare At The Moon

    Don’t Stare At The Moon Any farmer knows you don’t stare at the moon too long. You get a little soft in the head, they say. What they really mean is that magic overtakes you and carries you to the place of green fields, of orchards heavy with fruit and cucumbers cultivated straight as a…

  • Our Sacred Source

    In rereading some of my blog beginning material,  I found posts that I felt should be repeated.   Many of my newest readers may not be familiar with my work with situations that have become more important as time elapses.  This is one of them concerning my beloved Earth schoolroom.   I present it again and hope…

  • Angels We Have Heard

    Angels We Have Heard He came up quietly and stood shifting his weight from one foot to the other. I put my book down and waited for him to speak. Can we go, he asked, to see the lady with the blue cloths? Is there a reason you want to go, I asked. And he…

  • Where Are You Going, Absalom?

      Where Are You Going, Absalom? ‘to where the moon can melt the sun, the cactus blooms at high noon and the darkness bids good morning. . . . . where cowled thoughts and taut skin need never cover hot bones and the cactus no longer pricks . . . . to fly wingless to…

  • Second Thoughts

    Second Thoughts Under adverse conditions,   we become more of what we are. It is easy to kiss a sleeping child.  The saddest part is that this kiss is not a memory maker for the sleeping child. Humans are born with clenched fists.   Pray their god a someone in their life to unclench them. Conflicting signals…