Feb theme: LOVE

Feb 10

Living Spirits of the Earth
Mother and Father of us All
You who hold us in Your breath
You who bathe us in Your waters
You who feed us with Your fruits
Guardian of where we are going,
of who we are becoming
Cradle our days
and coffin our nights
You who carry us folded in Your arms
Sailing silently among the stars
Hear our Prayers
Amen.
The Terma Collective


'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.' Mary Ann - age 4

I am Love.
I reflect the great givingness of God.
I am the awareness of divine generosity flowing forth
to everyone and everything everywhere.
I express the abundance of God bursting forth unreservedly
in my life and in everyone and everything.
adapted from C.A. Anderson & Deborah Whitehouse: New Thought



What is “the good news”? That true life, eternal life, has been found – it is not something promised, it is already here, it is withihn you; as life lived in love, in love without subtraction or exclusion, without distance. Everyone is the child of God – Jesus definitely claims nothing for himself alone – and as a child of God everyone is equal to everyone else.
Fredrich Nietzche


A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman. "I've been thinking," he said, "I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone."Author Unknown (from Bob Gould in the Yahoo Club: Admirers of HH the Dalai Lama)


Effortlessly,
Love flows from God into man,
Like a bird who rivers the air
Without moving her wings.
Thus we move in his world
One in body and soul,
Though outwardly separate in form,
As the source strikes the note,
Humanity sings –
The Holy Spirit is our harpist,
And all strings
Which are touched in Love
Must sound.
Mechtild von Magdeburg 13th cen.?


The Heart has its own Way. The mystical Heart belongs to God alone, it does not adhere to any creed, religion or sect. It transcends reason, even divine reason, and it stands untouched by mortal mind. . . .

Because divine love is so purified, so much of itself, it is the strongest weapon and the greatest force, stronger still than any physical prowess. It is the Light that pervades consciousness and germinates new life.The strength of the Heart is found in your flexibility, in your unconditional love. This is your strength. Your resistance or fear is not strength, but weakness. Strength is in flexibility because nothing can touch that which is holy, pure and giving. Why? Because that which is holy is never fixed; it never stops. Resistance can always be countered, because it is defined; it is determined. But what is flexible and unconditional can never be ultimately damaged. This is the truth of ultimate reality.The Heart is very quiet. It is non-aggressive. It is silent. It is gentle. It is subtle. You can not hear its gentleness in the midst of the harsh or negative language that constantly bombards you. When you are able to truly listen to the Heart, you are then incapable of violence to your self or to another. The Way of the Heart requires commitment and courage—it requires an openness to question and to receive challenges to the time-honored “truth”—because the heart answers to no one but God alone.
Beverly Lanzetta

'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.' Karen - age 7










Healing Silence

You carry the cure within you.
Everything that comes your way is blessed.
The creator gives you one more day.
Stand on the neck of Fearful Mind.

Do not wait to open your heart.
Let yourself go into the mystery.
Sometimes the threads have no weave.
The price of not loving yourself is high.