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ultra-rita-me-blog · 6 months
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”Goldengrove Unleaving”
Spring and Fall BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS to a young child Márgarét, áre you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leáves like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! ás the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you wíll weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the…
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ultra-rita-me-blog · 9 months
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Life In Three Acts
I. Light Bearing Souls are stars conceived by light, Blazing, bright-shining beacons Casting assurance on pilgrim paths. Bear the light- don’t covet it. Light expansive, Light exhaustive. II. Light Lacking …can become light birthing When we befriend the dark. Raise your arms in protest but cradle the shadow created by despair. Call it by name and reignite it With your love. III. Light…
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ultra-rita-me-blog · 9 months
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In This Moment
As so many of you throughout the world endure such disastrous weather conditions, I hold you in presence and send you spiritual energy for coping and surviving. May you experience relief soon. This morning a brief episode of Krista Tippet’s On Being downloaded and feeling bereft of her once frequent offerings, I jumped on it immediately. This is what she offers us today: What if the future is…
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ultra-rita-me-blog · 10 months
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“Be Still and Know That I Am God”Ps. 46:10
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ultra-rita-me-blog · 1 year
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Stay With Me, Remain With Me Here
The chant, “Bleibet hier, Stay With Me,” has been a haunting backdrop for me this week. Serious illness and painful life transitions in my faith community and family have called me to hold vigil with those whom I love. With Marge Piercy in her poem, “Gracious Goodness” I ask, “Why is there nothing/I have ever done with anybody/that seems to me so obviously right” than to hold vigil with others?…
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ultra-rita-me-blog · 1 year
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Long Time No See
Dear Faithful Readers, …and a heartfelt welcome to newcomers. It’s been a long while since we’ve mused together. COVID and it’s fallout have taken a great deal of energy, hasn’t it? It’s good to come home. Things I have been learning: I’d rather get through old age with a cat companion than without. She reminds me that life is more than about me. How to let go of friends and their dear ones…
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ultra-rita-me-blog · 1 year
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Caring And Letting Go
Caring And Letting Go
“I want to be disturbed. When I read about or see dismaying things, I want to be dismayed. To be cooled out and indifferent to what is going on around me seems like a bad idea. If I am burying my emotions, it is probably unhealthy, and even if not, disengagement is inhumane. I want to be a human being like other human beings, who feel bad when conditions are bad, cry when there is something to…
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ultra-rita-me-blog · 2 years
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Spiritual Practice For A Frantic World
Spiritual Practice For A Frantic World
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ultra-rita-me-blog · 2 years
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One Heart, One Mind
One Heart, One Mind
Pexels.com “The eye with which God sees me is the same eye with which I see God. God’s eye and my eye are one eye. one seeing, one knowing, one loving.” Meister Eckhart This morning I picked up Thich Nhat Hanh’s book, The Energy of Prayer: How to Deepen Your Spiritual Practice. The essay that caught me up is from Chapter 2, “Collective Consciousness.” In this moment I miss our holy teacher…
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ultra-rita-me-blog · 2 years
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A Plea
https://www.pexels.com/@lara-jameson/ A Plea Some struggle to restrain the storm that broods in every soul-cell. They struggle to quell the looming eruption Or the gut-wrenching whimper that rumbles and hiccups on the crest of unstoppable sobs. Their fear demands, “Just how supreme will this court get?” Others teem with pent up joy released and celebrated. I hear the preacher pray: May we…
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ultra-rita-me-blog · 2 years
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Release The Talking Heads
Release The Talking Heads
Nino Bughadze pexels.com We are wrapped In Rapid-fire thoughts Ejected with rapid-fire words. We leave no wiggle room for being, From whence comes truth. (Even Molly of Denali’s mom Tells her to slooooooow down.) Spirit, Where are you? Have we wound you round so tightly That we’ve stifled your every nudge Nestled in the recesses of our souls? Unbind us. Peel off this tyranny of constant…
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ultra-rita-me-blog · 2 years
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“And Jesus Wept”
My friend Jim wrote this poem in 1987 to tell the story of that year’s Gay Pride Parade in NYC. He was an extroverted mystic, fitting no one’s mold. Jim lived enough years after that to see some progress toward justice, but this was a bleak time. May our tears be for joy this year Corpus Christi: New York "87" Sunny Sunday in late June. Thousands march. Joyous and free. I joined. Searchers and…
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ultra-rita-me-blog · 2 years
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Beauty Cannot Be Banned
Beauty Cannot Be Banned
BBC Ukrainecast- graffiti left in Bucha by Russian soldiers Katarzyna Modrzejewska Pexels.com Beauty Rises Beauty rises. No matter what. It rises from rich loam and from tomes teeming with dreaming. A sunflower in Donetsk region lifts its face, offering seeds to a waiting lark. One errant seed clinging to a claw drops into the rubble of the besieged city. The seed pushes up through a crack…
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ultra-rita-me-blog · 2 years
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Spiritual Support
Today the proverbial last straw is falling on my back and Ive spent a long while staring into space. The way out stretches into two forks on the road to peace: a new version of something I wrote earlier on these pages, and a healing mantra which I’ve prayed a good part of this day. I hope that one of them speaks to you and offers healing. Earlier Before we escape into more analysis… This time…
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ultra-rita-me-blog · 2 years
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Lest We Fade Away
Lest We Fade Away
Pexels.com Narcissus Narcissus vanished. All that remained was the fragrance of his beauty— constant and sweet, the scent of heliotrope. His task was only to behold himself. Whatever emanated from him he loved back into himself. He no longer drifted in the open wind, but enclosed himself in a narrowing circle and there, in its grip, he extinguished himself. Uncollected Poems from A Year…
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ultra-rita-me-blog · 2 years
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For Love Of A Blackbird
For Love Of A Blackbird
bbc.com For Love Of A Blackbird The pastor preaches passionately about Truth Exposing the lies Pilate Spins to the crowd outside. (She could have preached it in another church earlier and called it “Face the Nation.”) In yet another inner sanctum, Cory Booker Exposes the lies spit at another prophet on the docket And the beat goes on, La de da de de. And the beat goes on, La de da de…
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ultra-rita-me-blog · 2 years
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Morning Reflection for Troubled Times
Morning Reflection for Troubled Times
Chartres LabyrinthWikipedia.org Prayer for the Morning With this new day, we open our eyes and we pray: God, inhabit our seeing. Live in our looking. Be our vision and our sight. Illumine us, that we may perceive you, know you, welcome you in all the ways you go hiding in this world. Amen. Jan Richardson In The Sanctuary of Women: A Companion for Reflection And Prayer Some Questions for…
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