Journey to Enlightenment

Friday, December 31, 2004

As I pondered the implications of the recent Earthquake disaster I thought of those people who were trying to make sense of it.
I know from my own conversations, a lot of people were giving themselves a headache trying to find the greater meaning in what had happened.
For them, an old prayer sprang to mind, which seemed perfectly appropriate in the circumstances.
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G-d grant me the Courage to change the things I CAN change,

The Serenity to accept those things I CANNOT change

And the Wisdom to know the difference.
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Blessings
Richard
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Sunday, December 26, 2004

The cycle of Life and Rebirth was brought home to me again on Christmas Day morning.

I work at a large Retirement complex and in the early hours of the day we lost another of our Owners after protracted illness. I could just say, ...it goes with the territory! but as usual, that big 'step-back' from everything reveals a different perspective.

Some of the Owners when their time comes to give up the mortal coil, are blessed with hardly another family soul to speak for them!
Some are honoured by the visit of lots of family members.

In so many cases though, part-time visitors appear and 'cling' with their grief, for the person now gone. There is only rare celebration for the merciful relief of the departing friend.

My mind returned to a story written by someone a long while ago who had been faced with 17 hours to live. The person survived the life-threatening emergency operation and her inspired words survived with her.

This is the perspective of the Author in the few hours awaiting death. She wanted her family to celebrate her passing instead of clinging to her in grief.

By kind permission of : Theresa Mae Lum....

Instead of your tears; if your eyes could see,
I have not left You, I have simply left Me.

It is time for my truths to be in my sight
It is now time for me, to stand in the Light.
It is time for my Soul to take Angel's flight

This is a dream come true for me
I have not leftYou ....I have just left Me.

Let me go ....and I will Always be with you.

Blessings
Richard
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At home and door open
http://www.hometospirit.com/
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Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Calling 'time out' for A bit of festive season humour.



Letter from Irish Mother to her son.....

Dear Son, Just a few lines to let you know I'm still alive.
I'm writing this letter very slowly because I know you can't read very fast.
You won't know the house when you come home because we have moved.
About your father; he has a lovely job with over 500 men under him. He's cutting the grass at the cemetery.

Your brother Sean is doing well in the Army. He's only been a soldier for 2 weeks and they've already made him a Court marshall. The man next door has had three wooden legs fitted from the Doctor in a month. The Doctor thinks he's making a coffee table. I'm waiting to put the cat out, but he hasn't come home yet.

I like it very much here, but I don't understand the signs very well. At the bus stop it said "Queue other side," so I went across the road and missed the bus.
I bought a steam pudding the other day and burnt my feet. It said on the label, " Stand in boiling water for two minutes."

Have you got a job yet?
....It said in the newspaper, "500 jobs in Jeopardy." Are you anywhere near there?

There was a washing machine in the new house when we moved in, but it wasn't working too good. Last week I put 12 shirts in it, pulled the chain, and I haven't seen them since.
Mary, your sister has had a baby. I don't know if it is a boy or a girl, so I can't tell you if you ar an Uncle or an Aunt. Your Uncle Dick drowned last week in a Vat of Whiskey at the Brewery. Some of his mates dived in after him, but he fought them off bravely. We cremated his bodyand it took 4 days to put the fire out.

It only rained twice last week; once for 3 days and once for 4 days. On Monday it was so windy that one of the hens laid the same egg 5 times.

We had a letter from the Undertaker. He said, "If the last installment wasn't paid witin seven days of your Gran's funeral then "Up She Comes!" You uncle Patrick yesterday made his own Cider and had to go outside and crush 50 Woodpeckers.


Your Loving Mother

PS. I was going to send you a £5 pounds note, but I've already sealed the envelope.
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At Home and door open
http://www.hometospirit.com/
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