Valley Of Silence by Fiona Macleod.
“In the secret Valley of Silence no breath doth fall; no wind stirs in the branches; no bird doth call: as on a white wall a breathless lizard is still, so silence lies on the valley Breathlessly still.
In the dusk-grown heart of the valley an altar rises white: no rapt priest bends in awe before its silent light: but sometimes a flight of breathless words of prayer white-wing’d enclose the altar, eddies of prayer.”
It’s the weekend, thankfully!
It’s interesting, although my mind/body cries in outrage this morning, how the feeding on stress and speed, desire and ego, the actions/reactions that are born out of this “stream” are so destructive. And yet here we are, all madly consuming.
Be it data, information, going to the supermarket, so on and so on.
However when one empties out, finding that “place” in the heart and once re-connected with, all love and beauty flows from there.
I notice this as I write this morning. Instead of spending last night chilling out after a hectic week at work, in quiet contemplation, prayer and just *being*, re-finding my “core” again before taking up the weekend, I went headlong and continued feeding, consuming and perpetuating that current of stress.
It’s amazing when you really start to pay attention to your thoughts, body, actions, reactions and what “place” they come from and the relationship, correlation or choreography of that within the outer environment, how clearly we can begin to see what’s really going on. And just by doing really simple things like this.
Stop. Empty out. Breathe.
Try it sometime. You might be surprised at what you find!
The Meeting Place.
Often I think of you. You are never far from mind.
You are always in my heart. My presence your guiding light. When our hearts are perfectly balanced, we become as one. Together, on that current, we soar.
Wild eyed I seek you. Shake me loose from my human form and free me…
Excerpt from Psalm 103:
“Our days pass by like grass,
Our prime like a flower in bloom,
a wind comes, the flower goes,
empty now is its place.”
I read this my lady and an icy wind gusts through my heart as I know the words to be true. They echo through the empty chamber of my heart. The place where you were. Our crossroads reached, the point of egress, now passed. My Rose you have gone from me.
Indeed my lovely, for now, but do not fear. I will find you again, just in a different form. Lift up your heart to me and I will find you dear one.
All things must end order to begin again.
I just love it when Saints pop up and appear in our lives. They truly are companions along the way. Had an encounter with Saint Faustina today so here is some information.
Santa Faustina, pray for us.
Canonized: April 30, 2000
Beatified: April 18, 1993
Venerated: March 7, 1992
“Helenka Kowalska was born in 1905 in a small Polish town, one of 10 children born in a poor family. She left school after third grade and never learned to write or read very well. She dreamed of becoming a nun and was very disappointed when her parents would not give their permission. They needed the money she earned as a housekeeper for other families. She was obedient to her parents, but her desire to enter religious life never left her.
When she was 19, the young woman said she had a vision in which God told her to go to a large city in Poland to enter the convent. It is said that she took the next train to Warsaw.
Helenka tried to join several religious orders, but they turned her down because of her lack of education. Finally the mother superior of the Servants of Our Lady of Mercy decided to give her a chance. Helenka was given the name Sister Maria Faustina of the Blessed Sacrament.
Sister Faustina worked in menial jobs that did not require education, as a cook, a gardener, and housekeeper. But she was blessed by visions of Jesus, who gave her a special mission. Jesus wanted her to spread devotion about the Mercy of God and to help people remember that God our Father is merciful and loving to all people, even those who have turned away from him in sin.
In another vision, Jesus asked Sister Faustina to have a portrait painted of our Lord as the King of Divine Mercy. Jesus also asked Faustina to be an example of mercy for others and to imitate Christ by making sacrifices for others. Faustina did everything Jesus asked. When the other nuns made fun of Faustina and said her visions were fake, Faustina forgave them.
Her spiritual adviser told Faustina to keep a diary about her experiences and her visions. Because Faustina had such a poor education, the diary was difficult to read, but after her death in 1938, the spelling was corrected and her work was sent to the Vatican. It took many years and arguments, but finally, in 2000, Sister Faustina was declared a saint. Divine Mercy Sunday is now celebrated the first Sunday after Easter every year.
In preparation for the Jubilee Year of Mercy, Pope Francis called Saint Faustina an “apostle of mercy” who provides us a wonderful example of trusting in God’s always present mercy.”
Where are you my Lady? I am missing you. Are you gone from me?
Just know I am there and I shall be. I am where you are not; and yet where you are. I am inside you, outside you. I permeate and I move through every part of your being. You give succur to me as I to you. Just be still my lovely and allow yourself to feel my presense. And sure enough, you will find me.