Wry Vita

It Don't Have to Be Bach!

I was just zipping through Bill Ford's newsletter this morning, very quickly before I started work, honest guv, and I was taken with his passing comment about music.  He says:

"If you haven’t heard the song ‘Hallelujah’ done by Jeff Buckley, then you have
a treat in store. It is almost a life-changing song. Play it at night when the
house is still or late at night on the motorway on your own. It touches me in
parts I didn’t know could be reached."

Now I'm pretty sure I haven't come across this or I guess I would have remembered, but doesn't this sort of comment just make you want to dash off and find it quick?

My Sacred Journey Along the Yellow Brick Road

I am rather chuffed with the wonderful journal Judith has given me for 2007, called The Sacred Journey, a picture of which you will find in my book list, below left.

It's a chunky multi-faceted 'daily journal for your soul' with loads of space for everything from the pragmatic stuff - annual and monthly goal-setting, highlights and insights, mid-year reviews etc, to the more mystic and spiritual - symbolism, spiral spreads and paths of service, which I'm mostly still trying to get my head round.

And it's the symbolism aspect I've been focussing my attention on.

Spooky Little Moments

Had a spooky little moment this morning.

Jake was due his MMR vaccination today and I had to fill in a form for the health authority confirming what previous jabs he'd had.

He was born in the UK and since moving to Ireland we have lived in five different towns so his health records are a bit scattered. 

I know that he has always had whatever innoculations he's supposed to, I just don't know what they are.

So shortly before I'm due on a coaching call, my phone rang and it was the nurse asking me to confirm the information I'd put on the form.  Because more than anything, they don't want to give a child an overdose and I'd said he'd already had the MMR twice.

My Three Wise Guides

Have you spoken to your wise guides recently?

I tend to keep mine locked up in a soundproof booth much of the time.  While I sit and struggle with Life - relationships, work dilemmas, physical environment, money matters - my three wise guides are jumping up and down, banging on the walls and yelling

"We can help you.  Now.  Just unlock this damn door!"

Maria's Gift

Much as I'm growing fond of that morose Swedish cop, Kurt Wallender, I have had to put down Henning Mankell's "The White Lioness" for the time being.

The young mother and estate agent we meet on page 1 is dead by page 6 and a few pages further on, an amputated black-skinned finger is discovered stuck in the ground.

I quite understand that crime thrillers have to have a bit of crime in them but quite by accident I've gone back on the Positive Mental Diet and I figure dead bodies before bedtime is probably on the 'strictly forbidden' list.

Intentions and Expectations

Being three days into my 30 day "Intentional Meditation" experiment, from Joe Vitale's  The Attractor Factor, I wasn't surprised to receive in my inbox this morning this Totally Unique Thought from the Universe:

You know how the wind, no matter how blustery, remains as silent as it is invisible, until it meets with leaves, and kites, and flags, and such?

Well, Mal, it's exactly the same with the manifesting forces that make dreams come true, until they meet with expectation.

And right this second, they're whirling all around you, my little chiquita.

Happy Monday -

     The Universe

The Silent Sermon

I came across this story in my inbox today.  It's the weekly inspirational posting I receive from www.52best.com which you can subscribe to from the website if you wish.  I like today's message because it's simple yet profound.

A member of a certain church, who previously had been attending services regularly, stopped going. After a few weeks, the pastor decided to visit him.

It was a chilly evening. The pastor found the man at home alone, sitting before a blazing fire.  Guessing the reason for his pastors visit, the man welcomed him, led him to a comfortable chair near the fireplace and waited.

How Much Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the 59,100 Ways...

You have probably never heard of Patrick Flaherty. You see he's only a 'little guy'. Not a prominent businessman, a film star or a lotto jackpot winner. He was born in Ireland.  His mother wasn't even sixteen when she gave birth and shortly afterwards he was put into care, arriving at the Convent of Mercy when he was 10 months old.

But there wasn't much mercy at the convent.

My Prayer Has Been Answered

I asked for strength and God gave me difficulties to make me strong.
I asked for wisdom and God gave me problems to solve.
I asked for prosperity and God gave me brawn and brain to work.
I asked for courage and God gave me dangers to overcome.
I asked for patience and God placed me in situations where I was forced to wait.
I asked for love and God gave me troubled people to help.
I asked for favours and God gave me opportunities.

I asked for everything so I could enjoy life

Instead He gave me life so I could enjoy everything
I received nothing I wanted

I received everything I needed

My prayer has been answered.