A Cold Wind Blows.

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.

Spirit:

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.

October 5
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.”

Source:

http://saintsresource.com/faustina-kowalska

I Will Catch You When You Fall.

Human:

Where are you my Lady? I am missing you. Are you gone from me?

Spirit:

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.

Come With Me On A Journey

It really struck me today as I was walking along a pathway I have been treading now for around eight months daily and now today saying goodbye to it, I realised just how many little parts and sections of it have their own “personhoods” and personalities. Each new “being”, be it a tree, a bend in the pathway, a crook in the road, would cause me to get out my camera and take a photo as if photographing portraits.

Here are some of the photos, enjoy!

And cake to finish up with. 🙂

My Rosemarie

My Rose, I am like a moth to your flame. To be burned by you is heaven. How can I leave you now, but fate decrees I must. 

The first moment I met you, our eyes danced, we both combusted. Boom. I didn’t think about it much until later you gave me your invitation; and I accepted…

…and deeper I went into your invitation until we both combined, entwined, two hearts pervading, permiating flesh, beating and being as one. Now we can no longer be together in flesh, I don’t know what I will do. It is torture. It is agony. But, is rapture, because I met you.  

You said to me it is better than to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Oh my Lady, yes, it be true. I thank God I met you. And yes, in spirit we are still one.

My beautiful Lady, this is all I can do, to share this with you and tell you how much I love you…

…take me to a higher Love.

“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.” Rumi

Image: Gyoshū Hayami