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My ears heard the music and my soul understood. Singing parts of this wonderful song in the Aboriginal language had me in tears. The translation happened in my heart, not in my brain.
Next time when you’re feeling important,
And your ego is in full bloom,
When you take too much for granted,
and believe you’re the best qualified in the room.
When you feel that you’re absence,
Would leave an unfilled hole.
Just follow these simple instructions,
And see how they humble your soul.
… “Easter is… Skipping through meadows, Joining in a birdsong, Eying an early sunrise, Unbolting windows and doors, Cuddling newborns, Hoping, believing, Smelling yellow daffodils, Reviving spent life, Inhaling fresh…
Brother Richard Hendrick, a Capuchin Franciscan living in Ireland, has written a touching poem about our uncertain times living with the coronavirus.
Yes there is fear.
Yes there is isolation.
Yes there is panic buying.
Yes there is sickness.
Yes there is even death.
If luck you chase, you have not grown
enough for happiness to stay,
not even if you get your way.
“He is a strong male, an alpha male who doesn’t take shit from nobody,” my new student explained to me and I didn’t say much, waited for her to go on and she did.
There’s a shriveled orange soul
in a narrow-minded hole
that won’t think of getting out
just to see what life’s about,
so it simply says “My goal
is to live inside this hole,
thus forever tightly curled
in my shriveled orange world.”
Author unknown
Much has happened this summer, and I was desperate for some distraction, needed to see natures beauty away from my everyday routine. I didn’t feel like mingling much, wanted to be with a small group of friends who know me well.
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.