In The Mist Of Trust.

The people I meet on my journey.

If we could just allow those who come to find a way. Who who need to be heard.. If we could but know they need to talk. If we could just have the patience to let them empty themselves out. And once done sigh:: and offer a Cup Of tea.

Come back and simply sit in comfort. A comfort that has been claimed by trust. No answer to anything that may have been said. Just the comfort of knowing they will trust you and be able to be less in this kind of need over time on your journey.
Their journey can be made more comfortable by this friend {Trust}

Some people have no one they can trust. I know while this journey is happening life can be trying. But if you know yourself and who you are. You will be able to give this gift of trust. So hard won. So hard to give. So simple.

If you believe in God then you know what this is. If not then you are one joined to the whole. Doing your best.

Today the mist came early. The deer know there way in all this cover. By dawn they are alert and continue the journey.
If you think about the deer. As God says each day take as it comes. Deer do not work for tomorrow They come to it in trust. It will be there.

Today is a lovely day. I have met new people and enjoyed who they are and gained something sweet to continue my journey.

Bless your day and all who share in it.

The Mist

The mist rises.

I wait for deer sign. and watch with such delight.
They move as the mist.In the fog.
As in prayer. gentle aware.
The light is here in the garden. I wait for that.
And we walk in the garden together.

Bless your night

Letter from Mother

Well another day, And getting up seems to be harder even then yesterday. Age is creeping in and reminding me. Although looking out.From the inside I feel 20yrs old. And then I pass a mirror and think whats that.

Oh yes me. But not in the spiritual plain one is always young there.

I find it interesting that I should feel the same then as I do now. What game is this . Who playes this game. Not I. Yet here I am.

Perhaps this is what it is. I am still there in that place. Where I could do. And could be. And still able to.

Now I can but tell you how to do it. Or how to long for it. This ticks most people of. You hear them say. Thinks she can do every thing. Sigh:::

The thing is I know how to do all these things. My body has betrayed me. It can no longer do these things it did in its youth. betrayed: No one is listening. No one wants to learn. No one wants to find out what life was and is now.

Not the slightest bit interested.

To be able to speak of love. To be able to speak of the glory of your wee moments in time. The shadows and the sorrows. The pain beyond all pain. The mistakes made over and over trying to get it right.Now its right. I got it right.But I am old. How else to get it right but grow old.

But no one is listening no one wants to know.

After all what could they possibly learn from an old women.

I spend my day At The Masters feet hoping with all my heart that I am right with Him. And He with me.

He blessess me in all I am now. And I am young again in Him.And now I grow again. Bliss He is there.

The fog is gentle almost white, The deer very still. An He walks with me in this garden His.

Small sweet conversation of life with Him now. The wonder of love.Peace so Complete. Beyond all explanation.

If you could see my heart full. Wordless tender perfection.If one could reach in and wash in that tender misty rose place. And be full.

Here is wisdom

Grow Old

Memories and a good laugh

It looked like a day that was going to be long.

Found the book I wanted to read currled up in front of the fire. A good cup of tea and the dogs.
Cold day but not blustering like Co, Donegal. Beauty every where there.

Once I thought I would never leave Ireland.Times and things change that, Miss the humor in Irish talk the way its spoken the ridiculous ahh-goon away tis not so far just there now,{ Directions to someplace. }The smile given with it, The ah grand now. Will ya look at that now shes just grand and me thinking I'd missed ya.Bless your day. twill rain now. best cover up.

If conversation can be good it can also be entertaining the Irish have it covered. It will always be entertaining always worth a good argument. Love a good bragh..

Getting anything done in Ireland. One must be patient,

You were to be here last week says she to the plumber. Ahh well you know I had to take care of me Ma, You know how she gets if I;m not there, And then it rained, can't do it if its raining, But I'll be back now don't worry. Alright says she when,Soon says he.

Another week. Now shes flippin. where are you she says on the phone, Ahh now I meant to be there yesterday, But you know shamus did'nt he die and I have to take care of that now.
Ahh no says she poor Shamus a lovely man, God bless him. How is she herself taken it. well you know she seems alright now""" This said now and only because he has at last died, Now he's right again with every one. He was a rapscallion that one, boy he was that. the bugger himself, Ah well a good man now then.

My God will ya look at that one. Is that a dress or a hanky. Where's the priest. lol. and she such a lovely girl. Where's her mother .No she wont know . that one is looking for trouble. mind ya she's lovely.

I have some side splitting memories of my time In Ireland.Would that I could say it better. the sense of how its drawled out and softened and with mirth eyes light up. taking the mick half the time.

Well ya look ma. My O'Shay's bloody cow's are in the garden again. I'll kill em says she there e'tin everything I planted . If I had a gun we'd have beef all winter. Get me a gun. go on. farmers bloody lot. Muck they leave behind, I've a good mind to shovel it and return it to himself.Go on get me a shovel...

Driving along wee car passes at the Irish speed turn the corner. And yes there it is upside down in the middle of the rd. So I say need help.call an ambulance .the guarda. No no NOOO it'l be fine no harm don't bother at all now. Guy sitting with his head in his hand side of the rd. But no no now i'll be fine.
Guarda arrive aah in his drink he is. Fine he'll be. go'on now. gurhamhagutch. Forgotten how to spell that. {Thank you}



I wish I could tell it with more .Just more.

Bless your funny day.

All things new-the journey

Having just read tea paintings from Portland studios. I was delighted by the impressions from the work shown.

Since blogging is very new to me I hope you will be patient with me.

The title on my page represents who I serve, To say work for simply does not work.

Today for all Americans this will be one of passion and hope. As a new beginning and a prayer for this new journey in history begins.

We wish you well on this journey.

We have watched over the years at the world as it turns and we try to understand. Another day in the life of the ordinary people who try to make a difference.

In some way we can perhaps make profound changes. Changes that affect for the good . Perhaps how we think and feel .Is it possable to grow more see in a better way.

Understand the need of those around us.

Hope for the journey.


Remember who fought so long ago, and then there is now. Who fight still. For a way of life and a freedom sprung from hope.

Bless your day.