“Don’t you imagine the leaves dream now how comfortable it will be to touch theearth instead of the nothingness of the air and the endless freshets of wind?”Mary Oliver, from Song for Autumn ...
May your prayers be answered well today. It cannot happen unless you ask – and there always is something to pray for if you look around and within you. ...
Yes, you are in service – but what does it mean? Often it is misunderstood, for in truth it is much more about being than doing.The spiritual Law of Service says that it is all about living, being and working in the world with an awareness for the needs of others, a wish to do your best and without attachment to getting personal gain or benefit from it. Keep it simple and remember, with a loving heart whatever you do you cannot fail. ...
In the early morning dawn today bats flew happily through dripping trees and wind-tossed leaves as the warm damp weather encouraged a multitude of insects to flourish and feed them. Grey and mysterious yet rich with the promise of autumn colour, the natural world rejoiced. ...
People have stopped pretending now. Certain world leaders have abandoned their claims of upholding truth and right clearly for political and personal self-service, but it will backfire. When weakness is visible vulnerability is exploited, while the pursuer of good becomes strengthened.What interesting, fragile times we live in. ...
It is strange to think that this is likely to be my last blog post of 2019, and that when I write again, in this way, the Solstice will have passed and it will be the approach of a new year and a new decade, as well as a major political shift, all with the […]
The start of each December is a significant time for me, as I ponder a special month that includes the beginning of winter, the Solstice, Christmas and the Festival of Lights.
It may be that you like me live in a Celtic land, as so many people increasingly are drawn to do. Wherever you are now, it is probable that you have lived in Scotland, or Wales, or Brittany, or Cornwall, or Ireland or the Isle of Man at some point on your long soul journey. […]
Fires burn in many lands as water falls on many others. The ground that now is soaked will in its turn be iced and burned, just as the places that are ablaze will be wet and cold one day. Fire and Ice, Ice and Fire, the way of the world since time began.
Autumn is lingering here in the Cambrian Mountains: leaves are magnificent in their fire colours still, and the trees that carry them are bedecked with a multitude of berry jewels, so many that the flocks of fieldfares and redwings arriving for their winter sanctuary are unable to strip them bare. The table of nature overflows […]
