and now ~ I AM

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Softening into Being . . . in Your Presence
my Lord ~ my Lady . . .

both sides now of God . . .
I come.

I melt into the gentle grace
and peace of ONE.

You are forever holding me
in Holy Stillness ~ ~ ~

for this I seek . . .
and now I know.

Your voice speaks through the silence
and now . . . I AM

~ Prayers of Anna Lin
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The Love Mind-Set


Peace is life. Love is life. No river holds a grudge against a rock in its path. No leaf refuses to blow in the breeze. No plant denies water or sunshine. We, as human beings, have the gift of self-awareness, but this gift quickly turns to self-destruction if we do not learn to use it. We must learn to turn our minds towards the peace and love that we are flowing within at any given moment. This is the key to serenity. This is The Love Mindset.

~ Vironika Tugaleva

Peace Prayers

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For many many years it has been my practice to stop and pray for peace at high noon every day. I join thousands throughout the world who follow this gesture. You could be one of them. Here’s a story of how this happened for me.
Stopping at high noon for a moment of reflection is a spontaneous gesture of human consciousness. I remember when Tetsugen Glassman Roshi was being ordained the Abbot of Riverside Zendo in New York. It was a grand affair. Zen teachers from all over the country were gathered together to celebrate the event, with candles and incense and white chrysanthemums and black and gold brocade garments. In the middle of this solemn celebration, the beeper on somebody’s wristwatch suddenly went off. Everybody was surreptitiously looking around to find the poor guy to whom this had happened, because generally you are not even supposed to wear a wristwatch in the Zendo. To everybody’s surprise, the new Abbot himself interrupted the ceremony and said, “This was my wristwatch, and it was not a mistake. I have made a vow that regardless of what I am doing, I will interrupt it at noon and will think thoughts of peace.” And then he invited everyone there to think thoughts of peace for a world that needs it. Continue reading

Home ~ That Is Another Name For Peace


Home ~ that is another name for peace. ~ Kathleen Norris

Who are the Homing People in your life . . . Those with whom
you feel perfectly safe and at ease?

Write their names and offer gratitude for their blessing to your life.
You may want to light a candle and reflect upon all the memories of Christmas that have blessed your life.

May their remembrance give you peace this day.


“Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person ~ having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.
~ Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Some people say home is where you come from. But I think it’s a place you need to find, it’s scattered and you pick pieces of it up along the way.
~ Katie Kacvinsky (“Awaken”)

Disturbing The Peace

WARNING! This message may be disturbing for some.

So far this week I’ve written about comforting forms of peace for our own lives. We crave this peace in order not to be overwhelmed with the discomforts that we face. Yet, to focus only on our own sense of peace can become a narcissistic form of avoidance of the needs of others.

What about the children who will go hungry while we prepare our Christmas feasts?

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What about those who will spend their nights out in the cold while we sleep soundly with visions of sugar-plums dancing around in our heads?

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What about those who will huddle in fear as bombs sound off overhead,
while we sit listening to gentle Christmas carols on our iPad? Continue reading

Comfort Ye My People

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Comfort, O comfort my people, says your God.

One of my rituals for Advent for nearly 50 years has been to listen and reflect on Handel’s Messiah. It begins with a tumultuous overture that seems to mirror all the wrangling in my soul and reflects all the turmoil of history and our distress in living apart from God’s Presence.
Then comes the clear, gentle voice of promise saying:

Comfort ye, comfort ye my people . . . saith your God;
Speak ye comfort to Jerusalem and cry to her that her warfare is accomplished, that her iniquity is pardoned.

Then my fears melt away, distress is soothed, the storms of life are stilled . . . my heart is at rest in the arms of a loving God. Continue reading

What Is Your Message Of Peace To The World This Day?

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Today we light the candle of PEACE and let the blessing of peace beyond all understanding flow through us and out into the world.

There is no question that we need peace in the world today ~
Peace between nations – – peace between races – – peace among religious groups – – peace in our families.

Back in 1986 we attended the World’s Fair in Vancouver, British Columbia. At one of the pavilions people were invited to make a statement about peace – – which was video-taped and then shown in a continuous stream on a large overhead screen.  It was very moving to see faces from all over the world talking about what peace meant to them.

I stood in line, and when it was my turn to speak, I simply said:
“Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me.”

What would you like to say to the world about peace this day?

Send Love

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It’s 3 AM and I’m up to have my quiet time and do some writing.

This pattern has been part of my life for many many years.
It’s my favorite time of the day ~ to be still ~ reflect ~ and write
what’s on my heart;

~ to play beautiful music of worship and praise
~ to know the Presence of the Divine with me in total silence
~ to meditate on the Word and learn my tasks for the day,
and to pray ~ ~ ~

So here I am and here to BE ~ in blessing all around I sing Your praise.

The Spirit talks softly to my wearied soul. Continue reading