Serenity Sunday

I lost my beloved Rosie this past week. My psychiatric service dog, she was retired eighteen months ago for health reasons. R.I.P. my love. I hope to see you again on the rainbow bridge.

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

Author unknown…

 

Serenity Sunday

A Blessing of Solitude
–John O’Donohue

May you recognize in your life the presence, power, and light 
   of your soul.
May you realize that you are never alone, that your soul in its brightness
   and belonging connects you intimately with the rhythm of the universe.
May you have respect for your own individuality and 
   difference.
May you realize that the shape of your soul is unique, that you have 
   a special destiny here, 
that behind the facade of your life there is something 
   beautiful, good, and eternal happening.
May you learn to see yourself with the same delight, pride,
   and expectation with which God sees you in every moment.

Serenity Sunday

When you are discontent, you always want more, more, more. 
Your desire can never be satisfied. But when you practice 
contentment, you can say to yourself, 'Oh yes - I already 
have everything that I really need.'
                          --Dalai Lama

Serenity Sunday

  There is a story of a woman running away from tigers. She runs 
and runs and the tigers are getting closer and closer. When she 
comes to the edge of a cliff, she sees some vines there, so she 
climbs down and holds on to the vines. Looking down, she sees 
that there are tigers below her as well. She then notices that 
a mouse is gnawing away at the vine to which she is clinging. 
She also sees a beautiful little bunch of strawberries close to 
her, growing out of a clump of grass. She looks up and she looks 
down. She looks at the mouse. Then she just takes a strawberry, 
puts it in her mouth, and enjoys it thoroughly. Tigers above, 
tigers below. This is actually the predicament that we are always 
in, in terms of our birth and death. Each moment is just what it 
is. It might be the only moment of our life; it might be the only 
strawberry we’ll ever eat. We could get depressed about it, or we 
could finally appreciate it and delight in the preciousness of 
every single moment of our life.           -Pema Chodron

Music Monday: Note To God

I honestly couldn’t decide if this song, Note to God by Charice belongs in my Serenity Sunday series or Music Monday. And then it struck me, DUH … why am I being so literal? Life is messy. Life is uncertain. Eat dessert first. Live a little. Take a risk. The only one judging me adversely is me.

Hope you enjoy this weeks offering.

 

 

For a truly electrifying performance I suggest you go to You tube and see Charice perform this song live on the Oprah show. I happened to be watching that day in 2009 and was blown away.

Serenity Sunday

You have to grow from the inside out. None can 
teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is 
no other teacher but your own soul.
                             Swami Vivekananda