Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Saturday, November 5, 2016


An Old Celtic Blessing
May the blessing of light be on you—
light without and light within.
May the blessed sunlight shine on you
and warm your heart
till it glows like a great peat fire.

I like blessings!
I like receiving them
Mostly I like offering them

Like precious gifts

Offered out like precious jewels

I can bless, not because I have anything to offer
But because offering a blessing is nothing more or less
Than reminding people

That the door to the warm, loving presence of the Sacred
Is always unlocked

And contrary to popular demand, we need not always walk
Sometimes it’s OK to just walk in

For a warm greeting
Always awaits

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