Father Boneventure


Father Bonaventure aka John Poland 1961

Pierce my soul with your love, calm and charity.

Let my soul long for you and your home.

Let my soul be dissolved in you, hunger for you.

Bread of Angels, refresh me with holiness, super sustenance, sweet bread.

Let me feed on you, angelic host, fountain of life, wisdom and knowledge, torrent of pleasure, fullness of the house of God.

Let my soul compass you, find you, run to you, meditate on you,

do all for the praise and glory of your name, with humility and discretion, love, delight and perseverance.

Be my confidence, riches, delight, joy, rest, wisdom, portion, passion and treasure.

Fix my mind and heart immovably, Amen.


To see the original prayer by St Bonaventure, go to:

Feed your faith…



“Feed your faith and all of your doubts will starve to death.”
—Gaur Gopal Das, author of The Way of the Monk



by Henry David Thoreau

Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity! I say, let your affairs be as
 two or three,

and keep your accounts on your thumb nail …

I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time

To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome

and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the

companion that was so companionable as solitude …

If one advances confidently in the direction of his

dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has

imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in

common hour …

A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener.

So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts.

We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and

took advantage of every accident that befell us. Sometimes, in

a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my

sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a revery, amidst the

pines and hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and

stillness, while the birds sing around or flitted noiseless through 
the house,

until by the sun falling in at my west window, or the

noise of some traveller’s wagon on the distant highway, I was

reminded of the lapse of time.
“Simplicity” by Henry David Thoreau from Walden. Public Domain.



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caricature of Don by Jeanne


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do unto others…



It’s the 86th birthday of environmental writer Wendell Berry,

born in Port Royal, Kentucky (1934).


Berry publishes poetry, essays, and novels, most of which reflect his concern for the natural world and the ways we interact with it.

Berry continues to live and work on his farm in his hometown.

Berry said, “Do unto those downstream as you would have those upstream do unto you.”

He said, “You can best serve civilization by being against what usually passes for it.”

And he said,

“Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.”



The Fifth Mystical Law

Caroline Myss

Maintaining Spiritual Congruence

Whether you strike out on the path of consciousness in order to heal yourself or to engage more profoundly in matters of the spirit, one way of describing your goal is to say that you want to become a congruent human being. Congruency can take many forms, but in essence you are congruent when your beliefs match up with your everyday actions and your spiritual practice.

Say what you believe and believe what you say;

act on your belief and follow through on guidance that comes from inner reflection.

In this way, body, mind, and soul finally come into an alignment that allows for the harmony of the graces to flow through you as naturally as your breath.

You maintain congruence by honoring the spiritual truths that you have consciously made a part of your interior life.
Truth is its own monitoring device;

that is, you can never lie to yourself about compromising a truth.

Your biology itself will show signs of the stress when you become incongruent with a truth. Part of us realizes that acknowledgment of a belief – whether private or public – stands as an official commitment to it, if only before our own conscience.

A consciousness left in a fog is incapable of creating any clear path in life, much less of healing anything. There is nothing easy about living a conscious life, but it’s even more treacherous to live an unconscious one.
Simply being as conscious as you can be at each moment is a full-time job, because becoming a conscious person is all about realizing the full potential of the power of choice.

Of all the choices that you can make, none is as empowering as the decision to live in a spiritually congruent way.
What you can do:
Practice spiritual congruence by living these truths:
* You should say only what you believe and believe what you say.
* Power originates behind your eyes, not in front of your eyes. Once power becomes visible, it evaporates. True power is invisible.
* Thought precedes the creation of matter. Therefore, your thoughts are instruments of creation as much as your words, deeds, and finances. Become conscious about the quality of your thoughts, because each one sets patterns of cause and effect into motion. Every thought is a tool. Every thought is a prayer.
* Judgement anchors you to the person or thing you judge, making you its servant. Judge others too harshly and you become their prisoner.


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sparkle is as sparkle does
breaking up the darkle

sparkle is as skykles glow
home to winged gulls

carnal prompts are throttles:
couples gentle lulls.

grovels are as vocal crawls
gentle, cruel mulls.

natural, simple rebels are
one boggled, hussled roll.



attention from brutes

dries the tongue to ash- snakes eyes

and kills rank’s glory!



selfie by Jeanne of Jeanne “Moon Queen” July29,2020


smile at destiny

tilt the head to ponder quick

 raise the tides tumult

who is Gerard Manley Hopkins?


Today is the birthday of English poet and Jesuit priest Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844) (books by this author), born in Stratford, Essex. He won a poetry prize in grammar school and then received a grant to study at Balliol College, Oxford, where he studied Classics and continued to write poetry. His academic record was outstanding, earning him the approbation of one of his masters, who called him “the star of Balliol.”
While he was at Oxford, Hopkins (who had been raised in the Anglican Church) converted to Roman Catholicism. His experience was so profound that he decided to become a Jesuit priest in 1868, and he burned all his poetry, feeling it was not befitting his profession as a clergyman. He did continue to keep a journal, however, and in 1875, he returned to poetry. He was living in Wales, and found its landscape and its language inspirational. When five Franciscan nuns died in a shipwreck, he was moved to write a long poem, The Wreck of the Deutschland.
Once he was ordained in 1877, he worked as a parish priest in the slums of Manchester, Liverpool, and Glasgow. He lived in Dublin from 1884 until his death of typhoid fever in 1889. Overworked, exhausted, and unwell, he wasn’t happy there, and his poetry reflects his unhappiness. Called the “terrible sonnets,” they show the poet’s struggles with spiritual and artistic matters.
Most of his poetry wasn’t published in his lifetime, and it was so innovative that most people who did get to read it didn’t understand it. As he wrote in a letter to Burns, “No doubt, my poetry errs on the side of oddness …” But it influenced such 20th-century poets as W.H. Auden, Dylan Thomas, and Charles Wright.

My Own Heart

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

My own heart let me more have pity on; let

Me live to my sad self hereafter kind,

Charitable; not live this tormented mind

With this tormented mind tormenting yet.

I cast for comfort I can no more get

By groping round my comfortless, than blind

Eyes in their dark can day or thirst can find

Thirst’s all-in-all in all a world of wet.
Soul, self; come, poor Jackself, I do advise

You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts awhile

Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy size

At God knows when to God knows what; whose smile

not wrung, see you; unforeseen times rather — as skies

Between pie mountains — lights a lovely mile.

“My own heart let me have more have pity on; let…”

by Gerard Manley Hopkins.

Public domain.



the wind decides who thrives or dies


who is the Sun Queen or the Ice Queen

who lends a hand or remains uncompromising

lifts people up or burns with rage

lightning bursts of temper

healthy flow allows positive release

find balance

your destiny

shine like a flawless diamond

create brilliant, original ideas,

look within

let your charismatic light explode

a gentle whisper become a roar

move to your true soul path



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