The Quiet Storm (Serendipity)

▼Meditations for and with my Mother▼

Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.

(才 德 的 妇 人 谁 能 得 着 呢 ？ 他 的 价 值 远 胜 过 珍 珠 。)

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PROVERBS 31:10

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for

My Mother

Thank you, Ma.

 

 

 

If you send out goodness from yourself, or if you share that which is happy or good within you, it will all come back to you multiplied ten thousand times.

 

 

 

 

 

In the kingdom of Love there is no competition; there is no possessiveness or control. The more Love you give away, the more Love you will have.

 

 

 

 

Consumerism is the worship of the god of quantity; advertising is its liturgy. Advertising is schooling in false longing.

 

 

 

 

In this post-modern world the hunger to belong has rarely been more intense, more urgent. With many of the ancient, traditional shelters now in ruins, it is as if society has lost the art of fostering community.

 

 

 

 

Consumerism propels us towards an ever-more lonely and isolated existence - although technology pretends to unite us, more often than not all it delivers are simulated images that distance us from our lives.

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It is strange to be here. The mystery never leaves you alone. Behind your image, below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another world waits.

 

 

A world lives within you. No one else can bring you news of this inner world. Through the opening of the mouth, we bring out sounds from the mountain beneath the soul. These sounds are words.

 

 

 

The world is full of words. There are so many talking all the time, loudly, in rooms, on streets, on television, on radio, in the paper, in books. The noise of words keeps what we call the world there for us. We take each other's sounds and make patterns, predictions, benedictions, and blasphemies.

 

 

 

Each day, our tribe of language holds what we call the world together. Yet the uttering of the word reveals how each of us relentlessly creates.

 

 

 

 

Everyone is an artist. Each person brings sound out of silence and coaxes the

invisible to become visible.

 

 

May you awaken to the mystery of being here and enter the quiet immensity of

your own presence. May you have joy and peace in the temple of your senses.

May you receive great encouragement when new frontiers beckon. May you

respond to the call of your gift and find the courage to follow its path. May

the flame of anger free you from falsity. May warmth of heart keep your

presence aflame and may anxiety never linger about you. May

your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of soul. May

you take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that

seek no attention. May you be consoled in the

secret symmetry of your soul. May you

experience each day as a sacred

gift woven around the

heart of wonder.

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from

A Blessing; Eternal Echoes

&

Anam Cara

—

JOHN O'DONOHUE

 

 

 

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