Category Archives: Overcome Difficulties

Death Poem from a Mother

From a mother to her children.
From a mother to her children.

To Those I Love…
When I am gone, just release me, let me go
So I can move into my afterglow
You mustn’t tie me down with your tears
Let’s be happy that we had so many years
I gave you my love, you can only guess
How much you gave me in happiness.
I thank you for the love you each have shown
But now it’s time I traveled on alone
So grieve for me awhile, if grieve you must
Then let your grief be comforted with trust
It’s only for a while that we must part
So bless the memories within our heart
And then, when you must come this way alone
I’ll greet you with a smile and a “Welcome Home.”
Marian Wootton

All merit from this post and the poem go to Marian Wootton who died 21st January 2015. And to her children. What a wonderful poem  to find among the private papers of one’s recently deceased mother. Lovely and thank you K for your continuing support.

On Listening and Speaking

1beach trees in a laneThe only EP (extended play vinyl record) I ever owned had, on the A side, Lee Marvin singing I Was Born a Wand’rin’ Star, from the film Paint Your Wagon. And on the B side Clint Eastwood ‘singing’ I Talk to the Trees and he went on to (have to say) groan the following words But they don’t listen to me!

Ever thought, been upset about, got really angry about, feeling like, somebody isn’t listening to you? Never mind about talking to the trees, your cat or your plants which I suspect ‘hear’ our words, spoken or unspoken, very well indeed. The felt sense of being heard is heart-rending, when it is not there and most heartening when it is. Enough said!

While I have been thinking about listening and speaking the Clint Eastwood piece has been playing in my brain. Now I’ve share it, it has gone! As if it were that easy to let go of ones persistent thoughts, feelings, emotions etc. etc. etc. Anyway here is a quote for today from Krishnamurti who was very influential in my spiritual growth in my teens and early twenties.

So when you are listening to somebody, completely, attentively, then you are listening not only to the words, but also to the feeling of what is being conveyed, to the whole of it, not part of it.
Jiddu Krishnamurti

Perfecting The Art of Listening

herron fishingHave you ever watched a Heron?  Listening? Fishing?  This beauty was snapped wading in the Lancaster Canal last Wednesday. It’s the quality of listening, of being physically still, of being intent that never fails to catch my attention.  Herons are masters of their fishing craft. And so elegant too.

Here at Throssel for the next ten days or so there is a coming together of monastics of the religious order of which I am a part. Listening; embracing the hearts and minds of those who are here, knowing directly the unifying quality of meditation practice (sitting and moving about too) and the diversity of how practice is given expression. Each in our various individual ways. I guess this blog is one way of giving expression to, connecting with, the hearts and minds of those who read here.

I’ll attempt to post on the theme of listening, and speaking.

Being Mortal

Being Mortal - A Bubble in a Stream
Being Mortal – A Bubble in a Stream

As a bubble in
a stream
a phantasm
a dream.

Who knows how and where
the sweet dew
of mortal life
will…make manifest.

In life do we notice?
Yes! But life is eternal
Isn’t it?
Right now never ends!

With a crash or a thud
or a slow dribbling
Life breath stops

Eternal night? – a fantasy.

Opening palms skywards
the sweet dew
in our deepest Heart.

This is for Rosie who met a tragic end the other day and for Grant, My Luminous Friend, who took his last breath a year ago. My thoughts for those who watched the breathing stop. And still the ‘sweet dew’ remains. In the words of Neil Sedaka, Breaking up is hard to do.

And thanks to Mark, once again, for his photograph.

Throssel – In the Early 1980’s

How it was from the air in 1984.
How it was from the air in 1984.

There is a new photo gallery ‘How it was in the early 1980’s’ on the Throssel website showing how it was in the early 1980’s. It takes my breath away to think of the amount of work done by the monks and guests during this time. The ceremony hall was finally completed in 1985 as I remember. And soon after that the old barn was pulled down and construction started on what is now the monks meditation hall with rooms and offices below.

Every body gave there all to make this place possible. And that has not ceased…..