the state or fact of lasting for only a limited period of time.
"No thing lasts , no thing can give you peace or happiness"
"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves."
- W. Shakespeare , Julius Ceasar
Inspiration:
- All those years ago the pilgrim sauntered on the beach at midnight
accompanied by a colleague who was stressed about changes residing just
over the horizon that might turn his human experience upside down.
Pointing to the magnificent star and planet coated canopy the pilgrim
posed a question, "Look at that universe - stars and planets being
born while others evaporate or are blasted by wayward asteroids
into millions of pieces and scientists propose that all of that
continues to expand seemingly without control or influence-
do you think that we are also of that universe?"
All the colleague could conjure was a small simple smile
of acknowledgement .
- Sometimes we are surprised when a person passes from this
journey to the next and we somehow discover how their spirits influenced,
consoled and inspired us with help navigating our own passage
to the unknown sea.
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The Writing:
A Reflection On Reflecting
A spirit on a common Camino cautioned the cavalier
wondering wandering one "Remember to remember."
With that exhortation a fading flicker was fueled
and the reflection disguised as contemplation
echoed selected incidents and allegations almost long forgot.
Was the brain working overtime on false memories
or were they incomplete pieces to a greater imagined puzzle?
Though as clear as the brilliant sky a flash burned brightly
from yesteryears yesterdays. The first recollection
flowed like a river to the sea.
A story told of how Mother Teresa was interviewed
by a struggling photo journalist who noticed the aged nun
was holding a recently poor malnourished ill newly born infant
cradled in her arms as the nun made the beds in the children's
ward. "Why are you holding the baby?", the journalist asked
seeking a story. Mother Teresa explained how the baby suffered
from a fatal disease and she did not have a family and
would not probably make it through the end of the day.
.Mother Teresa went on how she wanted t
o have the baby feel and know love
and that this sweet innocent soul was never alone.
Puzzled the journalist added "Then why are you making the
beds at the same time."
The nun looked at the woman explaining that making
the beds was her job and that she could do both -
give love and compassion while working .
The photo journalist's husband was so impressed
with the story about Mother and the baby that he
volunteered to stay and work for Mother Teresa's congregation.
The nun counseled the man to return to America, where he lived.
She added that she met so many people in America who were
lonely. She implored the husband to seek out the lonely souls
and let them know love and compassion...and that they
are never alone.
The pilgrim pondered "when will I ever learn?"
- JF Sobecki
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Poetry and such:
David Whyte - Finisterre and Camino
( two poems within a brief talk- click on link)
If I could Tell you - WH Auden
Music : For your listening pleasure and inspiration
Falling at Your Feet - U2 and Daniel Lanois
( click on the link)
When I was Younger - Bonny Light Horseman
Click the link
That's the Way it Goes - G. Harrison
click the link
Memory Lane - V. Morrison
click the link
Coda: And they continue to move on .
Yet, their music lives on.
please click the links
All Things Must Pass - G. Harrison (RIP)
You're Only Lonely - JD Souther (RIP)
Sunday Morning Coming Down - K. Kristofferson (RIP)
When Will I Ever Learn - V. Morrison
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