How do you interpret this incomplete bed?Friday, April 3, 2009
...there is always a way to help...
There is always a way to help each other even though there is no real facility. Look at this woman, she was helped by at least two men who carried her.
There is no wheel-chair to be found! No transportion but people walk.
How we see it, how we treat it...?
Jesus went to the desert for forty days in order to be alone. Most of our great spiritual leaders make sure that they have plenty of time in their lives to be alone. Our time alone is very important to us--if we give it a chance and try to recognize the lessons that it's trying to teach us. It's up to us, though, to define that time--is it loneliness, or is it solitude? How we see it, how we treat it, and how we treat ourselves when we're with it make it what it is.
We have all known the long loneliness and we have learnedthat the only solution is love and that love comes with community.
-Dorothy Day-
-Dorothy Day-
Thursday, April 2, 2009
...it brings them into connections...
We are natural timekeepers. That is the irresistibility of music. Music calls to our soul. It calls to places that people have blocked, and sometimes it calls to places that people can't block and that's why drumming works with addictions patients; it brings them into connection. - Christine Stevens,
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Glorious Diminishment
GLORIOUS DIMINISHMENT
A Lenten meditation on aging, by Joseph R. Veneroso, M.M.
Autumn splendor of the leaf whose life
appears all but past and yet
there, in its final days, reveals a glory
heretofore hidden by its youth.
Stained and pungent from harvests past
only when the winepress crushes grapes
can life's fermentation yield
a choice and worthy vintage.
So do not fear or fret
when youth passes and beauty fades
as they always have and surely will.
Memory, too, may well grow dim with time
and strength diminish in due course.
Forget all else but remember this:
A deeper strength, an inner beauty
will emerge, as a statue
from the living rock
chipped and polished
by the Sculptor's hand.
But should wisdom not come with age
and time and illness rob a once
proud and noble frame of all comeliness;
should humor fail, kindness flee
and even hope and faith take flight
then, even then, especially then
recall how from the ruins of fallen humanity
a Savior rose and will return
and in the flesh we too will one day
rise and ascend.
A Lenten meditation on aging, by Joseph R. Veneroso, M.M.
Autumn splendor of the leaf whose life
appears all but past and yet
there, in its final days, reveals a glory
heretofore hidden by its youth.
Stained and pungent from harvests past
only when the winepress crushes grapes
can life's fermentation yield
a choice and worthy vintage.
So do not fear or fret
when youth passes and beauty fades
as they always have and surely will.
Memory, too, may well grow dim with time
and strength diminish in due course.
Forget all else but remember this:
A deeper strength, an inner beauty
will emerge, as a statue
from the living rock
chipped and polished
by the Sculptor's hand.
But should wisdom not come with age
and time and illness rob a once
proud and noble frame of all comeliness;
should humor fail, kindness flee
and even hope and faith take flight
then, even then, especially then
recall how from the ruins of fallen humanity
a Savior rose and will return
and in the flesh we too will one day
rise and ascend.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
How is your life?
Life is similar to this young boy who is trying to balance himself on this small bamboo raft.
beatings sound of the drum...
As the crowd grew, beatings sound of the drum once again reverbrated through the room, and the elderly individuals were beating the drums. The oldest, she was 100 and the other drummer, she was 99.
We're lonely
"My dear", one woman said, "If you see us here, it's because our men have passed away. We're lonely. If I had my husband now, I wouldn't be here."
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