Whispers in the wind

Whispers in the Wind

I hear your voice whispering in the wind.

Words sweet and low, barely heard,

But there,

Calling out to me,

And thee and thee and thee.

I hear you voice whispering in the wind,

Words that speak of pain

And bring tears to my eyes,

Hurt to my heart.

You are, my friend, solid and dependable,

An artist, a loving human being,

Asking for little,

But now in need—

I am listening—We are listening

For your whispering in the wind,

For your laughter once again,

And your words.

Your call, my friend, has been heeded.

I am here, we are here,

Sending healing thoughts across the miles,

Over land and sea,

And in the wind.

Vi

September 29, 2007

A Meditation

Knowing Bo

Deep peace I breathe into you
Oh weariness here, O ache, here!
Deep peace, a soft white dove to you;
Deep peace, a quiet rain to you;
Deep peace, an ebbing wave to you!
Deep peace, yellow wind of the east from you;
Deep peace, blue wind of the west to you;
Deep peace, green wind of the north from you;
Deep peace, red wind of the south to you!
Deep peace, pure gold of the sun to you;
Deep peace, pure silver of the moon to you;
Deep peace, pure green of the grass to you;
Deep peace, pure brown of the living earth to you;
Deep peace, pure gray of the dew to you;
Deep peace, pure blue of the sky to you!
Deep peace of the running wave to you,
Deep peace of the flowing air to you,
Deep peace of the quiet Earth to you,
Deep peace of the sleeping stones to you,
Deep peace of the Goddess to you,
Deep peace of the God to you,
Deep peace of the Flock of Stars to You.
Deep Peace of the Spirits to You.
Deep Peace, Deep Peace.

– Old Irish Blessing of Peace

 

Rumi – Excerpt “Of Being Woven”

“The way is full of genuine sacrifice.
The thickets blocking your path are anything
that keeps you from that, any fear that you may be broken
into bits like a glass bottle.

This road demands courage and stamina, yet it’s full of
footprints!
Who are these companions?
They are rungs in your ladder. Use them!
With company you quicken your ascent.
You may be happy enough going along, but with others
you’ll get farther, and faster.

Someone who goes cheerfully by himself to the customs
house to pay his traveler’s tax will go even more
lightheartedly when friends are with him.

Every prophet sought out companions.
A wall standing alone is useless, but put three or four walls
together, and they’ll support a roof and keep grain dry
and safe.

When ink joins with a pen, then the blank paper can say
something.
Rushes and reeds must be woven to be useful as a mat. If
they weren’t interlaced; the wind would blow them away.

Like that, God paired up creatures, and gave them
friendship.” — (Poet Seers, see link below.)

from Rumi Site here…for further reading. UNESCO dedicated 2007 as Rumi’s year.

I greet you all

A very dear friend once gifted me with these word and now I pass them on to you.

I am your friend and my love for you goes deep.
There is nothing I can give you which you have not got,
but there is much, very much that while I cannot give it,
you can take.
No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in today.
Take heaven!

No peace lies in the future which is not hidden
in this present little instant.
Take peace!

The gloom of the world is but a shadow.
Behind it, yet within our reach is joy.
There is radiance and glory in the darkness
could we but see – and to see we have only to look.
I beseech you to look!

Life is so generous a giver, but we,
judging its gifts by the covering,
cast them away as ugly, or heavy or hard.
Remove the covering and you will find beneath it
a living splendor, woven of love, by wisdom, with power.

Welcome it, grasp it, touch the angel’s hand that brings it to you.
Everything we call a trial, a sorrow, or a duty, believe me,
that angel’s hand is there, the gift is there, and the wonder
of an overshadowing presence.
Our joys, too, be not content with them as joys.
They, too, conceal diviner gifts.

Life is so full of meaning and purpose, so full of beauty
– beneath its covering -that you will find earth but cloaks your heaven.

Courage, then, to claim it, that is all.
But courage you have, and the knowledge that
we are all pilgrims together, wending through
unknown country, home.

And so, at this time, I greet you.
Not quite as the world sends greetings,
but with profound esteem and with the prayer
that for you now and forever, the day breaks,
and the shadows flee away.

A letter written by Fra Giovanni, 1513

Yours in Service,
Chesten

Darryl’s Next Ride

Heather–while you are surrounded by friends, and sending Darryl to his next ride, Kent and I showed Darryl the Potomac River in Winter. Riders are never strangers, they are just friends who haven’t met yet. I took some pictures, and one of them is below. The others are on a page on my website. It’s not a page accessible to the public, you’ll have to use this link: Darryl’s Long Goodbye. For people who want to cut and paste: http://www.quinncreative.com/id35.html

Kent waved goodbye as the Wolf Moon grows into the Snow Moon.Kent waves goodbye

Guess who’s coming to dinner?

Guess who’s coming to dinner?!!!Heather, I thought that maybe now was the perfect time to introduce you to all my gang. Each and very one of them has being listening to the tales and lore of Lemuria, and at this time feel as if they are as much part of the community as I am!! So it seems fitting to bring them along to visit you today on this very meaning ful day in your life. Allow me to introduce them to you, starting from top left and working clockwise:

Sorcha (16 years old and my eldest); myself; Orla (5 years old and the youngest); Donnie (my husband); Grainne (12 years old and the middle child); Meabh (8 years old, second youngest); and Eoin (14 years old and my only son).

What are we listening to? — It had to be one of the great love stories, like yours and Darryl’s, so we chose Puccini’s ‘La Boheme’.

What are we reading?- Ah since starting to write my Riversleigh Chronicles (which have yet to be posted) it seemed only fitting that the family bedtime story should be one in similar spirit and mood as the prevailing winds in Lemuria, the one, the only, ‘The Secret Garden’, of course!

So here we all are, the younger children are running around your front lawn playing chasing and having fun, while trying not to spill any of the adult’s drinks; Sorcha is standing beside you and alternately telling you about her life in Ireland and listening avidly to your stories, Eoin is checking out all Darryl’s friends, hoping to get a ride on one of the bikes; Donnie is distracting your mother-in-law attempting to keep her occupied and out of your hair (lovely job, by the way!); and me, well I am here in the background for whenever you need a shoulder to cry on, and otherwise having a few quiet words with dear Monika and Lois.

Yes Heather, today we are all standing right there beside you.

With all our love and more,

Edith, Donnie, Sorcha, Eoin, Grainne, Meabh, and Orla.