"Focail do a Chara" is Gaelic for "Words for a Friend." I write about my experiences -- in my study of death and dying, in my teaching; in my spiritual seeking; in my call for social justice and compassionate living. I hope these words find you, friend, and bless you.
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The opposite of
worry is gratitude; lose
yourself in the flow.
Ice beads on tree branches, lacy limbs, white
fog sky. Silent cold of solstice, frozen
buds and waiting, wanting more. Trust the fight
for spring will win; life is always chosen
by the curtain drop. Germinating, tight
encased in fallow ground; warmth will blow in
when it's day. Hazy sky will turn to bright.
Seasons shift from snow to green and flow in
new anticipated patterns, cycles.
Young to old and seed to flower, winter's
sleep to summer's fruit, living, miracle
of death, deeper love from friendship's center.
Good needs time to grow and patience, plot lines'
tensions, resolutions. Creation's signs.
My beloved is knocking,
The creaking of the chair as my back yields to its softness and
the scratching sound of pen on paper,
motor fading in the distance,
and my stomach's gurgle.
Sounds of settling in.
Their voices are crying to be heard and you have already received the call.
Buried bodies, their arms are reaching up, grasping the air for anything solid to grab.
They are crying, calling, and
you are deaf from things to do, buried dreams, and impotence.
The first step is to listen.
From the safety of your HVAC home
and rocking chair,
their voices feel very faint
but their faces burn your eyes,
their eyes staring,
windows to the soul,
pain thresholds exceeded
and still standing
If you don't see them now will you grieve them when they are gone?
Greens and browns and gray on gray, brick red and
birds circle above in the milky white
sky. Cars creep up the hill.
Rocky bench and trees and stones, grays and
reds and browns, black moss and pebbles.
Ants, always in a hurry--they
have large spaces to cover. White
birch, peeling bark, browns on tans
climbing to the lush leafy crowns
hanging like hair. Red and orange
yellow flowers and an evergreen
forest of spindly pine.