Sounds
Sounds.
Sounds of nature.
Sounds of the day.
Sounds of silence.

Sounds that weave themselves into our being. Sounds that call us out!

Sounds that open us to the holy.
Sounds then, we hear now.
Sounds that trigger a memory or touch a longing.
Olds sounds, new sounds.
Body-mind-soul sounds.

The sound of your own voice.

Are there times you remember a sound calling you back or framing something new?

….a musical note or melody, a phone ringing or radio playing, a bird chirping or brook babbling, a voice whispering/clearly speaking/shouting/singing?

Are there times you remember a sound calling you back or framing something new?

….a drum or rhythm, a bowl singing or baby crying, a train chugging by or waves lapping the shore? ….the sound of your breath, your heart, your hope? A quiet holy hush?

Sounds.
Sound of nature.
Sounds of the day.
Sounds of silence.
The sound of being one….you and the holy.
Karen Hagen, Fall 2006
(Karen offered this opening reflection at the Spiritual Directors annual Fall Gathering, Sounds, Songs and Rhythm: Portals to the Spirit.)



Living Eulogy
She danced.
She sang, she took.
She gave
She served.
She loved.
She created.
She dissented.
She enlivened.
She saw. She grew.
She sweated.
She changed.
She learned.
She laughed.
She shed her skin.
She bled on the pages of her days,
She walked through walls,
She lived with intention.
--Mary Anne Radmacher-Hershey - 1919

The tree the tempest with a crash of wood
Throws down in front of us is not to bar
Our passage to our journey's end for good
But just to ask us who we think we are
--Robert Frost from "On a Tree Fallen Across the Road"



Haiku Expressions of Capacitar Experience

Capacitar
Strangers finding friends
Following a common path
In search of ourselves

Tai Chi
Bodies in motion
Dance a soulful, swaying prayer
For our wounded earth

Massage
Touching and stroking,
Finding flesh of the body
Massages spirit

Labyrinth
Partners in silence,
Reaching a destination
By going nowhere

Feng Shui
Looking at life space,
Transforming the energy
Into safe shelter

Pal Dan Gum
Lunging bodies meet
Warrior stances and shouts
As the lion roars

Finger Holds
Sweet, simple comfort
Discovered in our own hands
By just holding on

Breathwork
Conscious awareness,
Listening for the rhythm,
Inhaling life's grace

Polarity
A barely felt touch,
Relaxing and pulsing points,
Connecting the calm

River of Life
Drawing on the past
As currents of memories
Carry us to shore

EFT
Can you believe it?
Tapping fingers relieve our fears,
Awaken our trust

Chakras
Discovering self
In a vibrant explosion
Of rainbow hued truths

Pat Cane
Pure serenity
In a mellow, calming voice,
Showing us the way
--Janice Weinfurt, Training in Healing and Transformation, 2003



Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the infinite peace to you.
--adapted from ancient Gaelic runes


If there is to be peace in the world,
There must be peace in the nations.
If there is to be peace in the nations,
There must be peace in the cities.
If there is to be peace in the cities,
There must be peace between neighbors.
If there is to be peace between neighbors,
There must be peace in the home.
If there is to be peace in the home,
There must be peace in the heart.
--Chinese Philospher, Lao Tse - 6th Century BCE

Blessed
Blessed are you who take the time,
To listen to me,
For you help me to know that
If I persevere,
I can be understood.
Blessed are you who never tell me to "hurry up";
Or take my tasks from me,
For I often need time or rest rather than help.
Blessed are you who stand beside me
As I enter new and untried ventures
For my failures make me strong.
Blessed are you who ask for my help,
For my greatest need is to be needed.
Blessed are you who understand that
It is difficult for me
To put my thoughts into words.
Blessed are you who help me to my feet
When I fall.
Blessed are you who with a smile,
Encourage me to try once more. Blessed are you who never remind me
That today I asked the same question twice.
Blessed are you who respect me
And love me just the way I am.
Because of you
I am blessed.
~Kathleen Foster
5/23/01
(Kathleen was diagnosed with MS several months before writing this prayer.)