Welcome Home

I know that Spring has come

when roused from my bed

by their trumpeting overhead.

I welcome them home

with a song in my heart,

but know too, that death of the greening

soon come in time

when they depart.

Welcome Home My Friends.

Thank You, Mr. Silverstein

Just How brillant can one man be?

Thank you, Mr. Silverstein.
I offer a few selections of his many gems, here, from:

Falling Up

poems and drawings

by Shel Silverstein

- copyright 1996, by Shel Silverstein.

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THE VOICE

There is a voice inside of you

That whispers all day long,

"I feel that this is right for me,

I know that this is wrong."

No teacher, preacher, parent, friend

Or wise man can decide

What's right for you-just listen to

The voice that speaks inside.

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WOULDA-COULDA-SHOULDA

All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas

Layin' in the sun,

Talkin' 'bout the things

They woulda-coulda-shoulda done . . .

But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas

All ran away and hid

From one little did.

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THREE STINGS

George got stung by a bee and said,

"I wouldn't have got stung if I'd stayed in bed."

Fred got stung and we heard him roar,

"What am I being punished for?"

Lew got stung and we heard him say,

"I learned somethin' about bees today."

( note: this poem has an illustration to go with it that must be seen )

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Amma

"The desination is only one - oneness.

So do not criticize anyone.

Never injure the feelings of your friends

or your spiritual companions.

Let them have their own beliefs.

Show respect - that is your responsibility to mankind."

~Amma

Om Shanti Shanti Shanti

May there be peace everywhere

Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu

May all beings be happy

Lunar Wisdom

I remember traveling, as a small child, in the back seat of my Mother's LTD Ford. My face pressed against the glass, I watched the Moon as She followed us. No matter which way we turned, I searched through every window of the back seat to connect my eyes with Her. She was always there, guiding us on the late night's journey Home. How safe I felt knowing She was there, Her Light so soothing, healing. Even as the twists and curves of the highway and backroads brought us ever deeper into the mountainous terrain of our home, and I lost sight of her, still I knew She was there, watching and holding me, my wise old grandmother. It would be then that I would curl up in the white vinyl corner, with my sweater under my head, and drift off into heavy sleep.

Such a common childhood experience, I think, though perhaps not often articulated. How we are still so connected with our Inner Knowing when we are small. And how, when our souls yearn to reawaken to the "hidden" mysteries of our Being on this physical journey, we seek reunite with our wisest selves- the children we "once" were.

The Moon, among other things, represents the Intuitive side of our natures. Perhaps when we gaze at the Moon this gift of inner knowing, also referred to as Intuition or "gut instinct", a gift that we are all born with into this physical existence, is activated. And perhaps our Souls, our Highest Selves are being reminded of the promise that we made to ourselves, long ago, before we knew of this Earthly life, before our eternal souls were once again made flesh- that when answers to our deepest questions were being sought, we would turn our eyes and our hearts to her, and She, in Her Silvery Luminescence, through the still beauty of Night, would tell us again, that all that we seek already lives inside of us. And that we can still access this, even when She (our intuitive sense) seems to have disappeared into the mountains (obstacles), as the road takes unexpected twists and turns.

And then, we breathe deeply, knowing that we are loved and we are Love.

I heard this story at the Conference on Green Hermeticism, last year at the Suluk Academy in New Lebanon, NY. I was told that it it has been circulating for quite some time. I was told that what the child said was overheard by the parents via the baby monitor in the room:

A one and a half year old child

creeps quietly into the room where

a newborn sibling lay resting in its crib
The toddler whispers to the baby,
"Remind me what it was like...

I'm starting to forget..."

God/dess Bless you all in your journeys to Remember.

Hope you enjoy my amateur photo of the Eclipse.