I have had a lovely weekend.
Friday night Megan I retired early to my bed to re-read her lines for a wonderful musical she is playing Tinker Bell based on Peter Pan. The play is written by an amazingly talented friend who one day will be a published writer. Yesterday I left for a yoga retreat overnight with Sol Yoga at Blue Mountain retreat in Harpers Ferry West Virginia. The retreat was for the teachers and volunteer staff at the studio. I was slightly apprehensive because I had not taken part in this type of group over night in twenty years.
Finally referring back to my inspirational journal from last year has provided me with more thought provoking material than I ever thought possible. I was beginning to type my post based on my journal entry for March 1, 2,& 3 2007. I did some research on the quote I was going to post which were words of Saint Augustine. I wanted to read the entire sermon the words were taken from. In my reading I found Augustine’s writings on original sin and celibacy controversial. I do not feel I have enough information to write my own opinion. But it has been an interesting afternoon as I researched web pages on Saint Augustine. I was not able to formulate an opinion accept to amend my journal quote from last year. I found two poems that I prefer to post.
May the light of your soul guide you
May the light of your soul guide you.
You do with the secret love and warmth of your heart.
May you see in what you do the beauty of your own soul.
May the sacredness of your work bring healing, light and renewal to those
Who work with you and to those who see and receive your work.
May your work never weary you.
May it release within you wellsprings of refreshment, inspiration and excitement.
May you be present in what you do.
May you never become lost in the bland absences.
May the day never burden you.
May dawn find you awake and alert, approaching your new day with dreams,
Possibilities and promises.
May evening find you gracious and fulfilled.
May you go into the night blessed, sheltered and protected.
May your soul calm, console and renew you. In Silence
Thomas Merton (1957)
Listen to the stones of the wall.
Be silent, they try
to speak your
to the living walls.
Who are you?
are you? Whose
silence are you?
Who (be quiet)
are you (as these stones
are quiet). Do not
think of what you are
still less of
what you may one day be.
be what you are (but who?)
be the unthinkable one
you do not know.
O be still, while
you are still alive,
and all things live around you
speaking (I do not hear)
to your own being,
speaking by the unknown
that is in you and in themselves.
“I will try, like them
to be my own silence:
and this is difficult. The whole
world is secretly on fire. The stones
burn, even the stones they burn me.
How can a man be still or
listen to all things burning?
How can he dare to sit with them
when all their silence is on fire?”