Tag Archives: Prayer
Music is the Food of Love
Music heals the wounds of love, the deep emotional ones. Music can jump start our days. The Blue Danube can be used for healing depression. Annie De Franko can get a Gen E-xer in touch with her wild coming out … Continue reading
Lost River
I was away for the weekend with nine women friends at Lost River State Park. I went hiking and stopped to paint and rest and to fight with the mosquitos. I may have gone over the legal limit on killing … Continue reading
Lost and Found
Mariah had a feeling he was on his way home because the crow in the tree above her was talking non-stop. Uisneach appeared soon thereafter but he did not bring back her quilt, the one he sailed away on at … Continue reading
Leprechaun and the Key
She, Mariah, knew that he, Uisneach, had a plan but as usual she did not know the time or the hour. She was out at the line folding the bedclothes when he came by. He took the four corners of … Continue reading
Virgin Mother Mary
One time after my mother called the opening Rosary prayer “Our Lord, May You Open our Lips” to which the rest of us should say “Oh Lord Make haste to help us.” One of my sisters, then grown, said “That … Continue reading
The Day of the Dead – Cemetery Sunday in Ireland
This week I came across some excerpts from the Tibetan Book of the Dead. My mother got this book, on a tape, after she was declared legally blind. She did not care for my clumsy conversation about death, some twenty … Continue reading
Karma
“Know the known and the unknown now.” Four of the above words include the word “now” which is connected to mindfulness. What is known and unknown about Karma has my attention this week because of my friend’s comment on face … Continue reading
A Prickly Dream
It is a beautiful day in the neighborhood. My cactus flower is completing the circle of little red flowers around its crown and they are of such a delicate color of red. They only open in the sunlight. It … Continue reading
Beads – Psychoanalytic and Body Work
I was half asleep on the massage table, and my session was over; body work of reflexology and of “unwinding my arm”. My arm had been tightening for the last couple of months. As I became awake, I dreamed/half saw … Continue reading
Interpreting a Watercolor
Interpreting of a Drawing with the Leprechaun, Uisneach. When he was not out foraging, and looking at bees in the flowers, he liked to paint with watercolors. He had a place in the attic for this activity. When he had … Continue reading
Rose Longworth Counseling 