"In the beginning was the dream ... before anything ever was, it had to be dreamed ... every single thing is somehow the expression and incarnation of a thought. If a thing had never been thought, it could never be. All presences in the world have emerged from nature's mind and imagination. We are children of the earth's dreaming."

John O'Donohue (2000)
Irish poet, author, teacher, sage.



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A Prayer

Bridget of the mantle, encompass us,
Lady of the lambs protect us, 
Keeper of the hearth kindle us,
Beneath your mantle, gather us
And restore us to memory.

Mothers of our mother,
Foremothers strong,
Guide our hands in yours, 
Remind us how
To kindle the hearth.

To keep it bright,
To preserve the flame, 
Your hands upon ours,
Our hands within yours,
To kindle the light,
Both day & night.

The mantle of Bridget about us,
The memory of Bridget within us,
The protection of Bridget keeping us
From harm, from ignorance, from heartlessness,
This day & night, from dawn till dark,
From Dark till dawn.


From Caitlin Matthews via John O'Donohue

My Ol' Frenemy

Wherefore her right to rudeness, her rugged worthless repartee? 
The negativity of ages shudders off the walls,
 On vulnerable days making me cringe, 
But returning more than she can chew with her malice,
 Her envy and uncomfort, 
Her restless disagreeable feeble processes,
 Self righteous and outrageous and 
Stinking to high heaven of the past, the
 Unadmitted, unused, undervalued past,
 Feeding the transference of daily sins. 
Well, it all comes around, lovey. 
We all get what we need.


by disrespected Lizzy

every moment of one's  existence is growing 
into more or 
retreating 
into less 

 ~ Mailer