Among uncertainty and hope – I met You
Now, when I am near You…within Your presence,
I am in that place, and we are there together
where I let You love me in Your way,
while I love you in all the ways I am able
and even in ways I am not.
Among anxiety and calm I find Peace
Among despair and happiness I receive Grace.
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5.25.2009
Prayer
We are more alike than different Different ways of expressing love and feeling in relationship with our Creator perhaps, but all the same at the core.
My church has a labyrinth.
It is an ancient form of prayer. Representing our journey to the center and back out again.
We walk it in groups sometimes.
Feels like a dance to me.
We are all in this together.
It is an outdoor labyrinth, surrounded by a columbarium - where the cremains of deceased parishioners reside.
It is patterned on the Labyrinth inside the ancient Cathedral of Chartres, in France. Where Black Madona resides.
I walked it yesterday.
There are times when I am walking it alone, I feel the presence of my deceased father, who died when I was 20, (30 years ago) - and is buried 200 miles away.
He and I walk it together, and somehow it becomes a wave-beaten shore at sunrise and we are searching for seashells.
Just Him and me. Holding hands, not saying a word.
I have only been "praying" for 5 years.
I keep discovering prayer where I didnt expect it.
I still dont have a set time of day to pray.
Always I pray spontaneoulsy when someone asks me to and when something enters my heart that calls for prayer.
I like to compose prayers like poems.
I like to pray for people and ask them to pray for me, but I am not a warrior.
I love to sing. Singing is a form of prayer.
When I paint I pray - more like meditation - I go completely into a zone.
I am usually very grateful when I am singing or painting.
These are prayers of praise and gratitude.
I pray the rosary with a group of about 30-40 people every Saturday morning.
A very diverse group - some people dont even speak English.
All colors of the rainbow, and from all corners of the earth.
Our voices in unison crying out to the blessed Mother "Pray for us, now and at the hour of our death"
Outside the little chapel, people are lining up for reconciliation.
I have only fallen to my knees in desperate prayer to Jesus a few times in my life. This past March, my husband was in ICU after two surgeries in less than 24 hours. He was having horrible hallucinations. I was terrified. I was on my knees begging.
Once a week I do Eucharistic adoration.
I stopped going for a while but I am now trying to get back in the routine.
You could also call it meditation. Or contemplative prayer.
You sit in silence for an hour, in the presence of Jesus.
At the beginning of the hour, I usually offer a problem I am having to Jesus, or a prayer for someone else - usually it is all about me.
Peace
Keren
******
REMINDER:
Soon...www.turnloveinsideout will not be a website anymore...
I am planning on keeping this blogspot though,
http://turnloveinsideout.blogspot.com/
here is where the www.turnloveinsideout.com group is going. Including me!
Visit divinenobodies
My church has a labyrinth.
It is an ancient form of prayer. Representing our journey to the center and back out again.
We walk it in groups sometimes.
Feels like a dance to me.
We are all in this together.
It is an outdoor labyrinth, surrounded by a columbarium - where the cremains of deceased parishioners reside.
It is patterned on the Labyrinth inside the ancient Cathedral of Chartres, in France. Where Black Madona resides.
I walked it yesterday.
There are times when I am walking it alone, I feel the presence of my deceased father, who died when I was 20, (30 years ago) - and is buried 200 miles away.
He and I walk it together, and somehow it becomes a wave-beaten shore at sunrise and we are searching for seashells.
Just Him and me. Holding hands, not saying a word.
I have only been "praying" for 5 years.
I keep discovering prayer where I didnt expect it.
I still dont have a set time of day to pray.
Always I pray spontaneoulsy when someone asks me to and when something enters my heart that calls for prayer.
I like to compose prayers like poems.
I like to pray for people and ask them to pray for me, but I am not a warrior.
I love to sing. Singing is a form of prayer.
When I paint I pray - more like meditation - I go completely into a zone.
I am usually very grateful when I am singing or painting.
These are prayers of praise and gratitude.
I pray the rosary with a group of about 30-40 people every Saturday morning.
A very diverse group - some people dont even speak English.
All colors of the rainbow, and from all corners of the earth.
Our voices in unison crying out to the blessed Mother "Pray for us, now and at the hour of our death"
Outside the little chapel, people are lining up for reconciliation.
I have only fallen to my knees in desperate prayer to Jesus a few times in my life. This past March, my husband was in ICU after two surgeries in less than 24 hours. He was having horrible hallucinations. I was terrified. I was on my knees begging.
Once a week I do Eucharistic adoration.
I stopped going for a while but I am now trying to get back in the routine.
You could also call it meditation. Or contemplative prayer.
You sit in silence for an hour, in the presence of Jesus.
At the beginning of the hour, I usually offer a problem I am having to Jesus, or a prayer for someone else - usually it is all about me.
Peace
Keren
******
REMINDER:
Soon...www.turnloveinsideout will not be a website anymore...
I am planning on keeping this blogspot though,
http://turnloveinsideout.blogspot.com/
here is where the www.turnloveinsideout.com group is going. Including me!
Visit divinenobodies
5.19.2009
Afraid of the Dark
I am less afraid of the dark as I become accustomed to its light.
In art terms, most beginning painters/drawers are said to be "afraid of the dark", they dont use enough dark to portray their subject.
Realistically, you cannot portray light without dark.
They work together.
Dark describes the shape of an object,
Light..its most salient points.
Both capture attention.
There is an edge where dark meets light.
I like a little edge.
Opposites may attract or repel,
but mainly they define.
There can be great power in differences
that are united for the whole.
Peace
Keren
REMINDER:
Soon...www.turnloveinsideout will not be a website anymore...
I am planning on keeping this blogspot though,
http://turnloveinsideout.blogspot.com/
here is where the www.turnloveinsideout.com group is going. Including me!
Visit divinenobodies
In art terms, most beginning painters/drawers are said to be "afraid of the dark", they dont use enough dark to portray their subject.
Realistically, you cannot portray light without dark.
They work together.
Dark describes the shape of an object,
Light..its most salient points.
Both capture attention.
There is an edge where dark meets light.
I like a little edge.
Opposites may attract or repel,
but mainly they define.
There can be great power in differences
that are united for the whole.
Peace
Keren
REMINDER:
Soon...www.turnloveinsideout will not be a website anymore...
I am planning on keeping this blogspot though,
http://turnloveinsideout.blogspot.com/
here is where the www.turnloveinsideout.com group is going. Including me!
Visit divinenobodies
5.15.2009
Parting is such sweet sorrow
Blue is my favorite color to wear
I like red too. Red is the color of Love.
I miss you, my friend, already even though I know
there is some time before you will go.
Now and forever you remain in my heart,
and in my sweetest dreams.
Please call me whenever you like.
I’ll call you if you give me your number.
Our souls connected long ago.
Thank you for teaching me that
time apart somehow enhances
the connection.
Peace
Keren
I like red too. Red is the color of Love.
I miss you, my friend, already even though I know
there is some time before you will go.
Now and forever you remain in my heart,
and in my sweetest dreams.
Please call me whenever you like.
I’ll call you if you give me your number.
Our souls connected long ago.
Thank you for teaching me that
time apart somehow enhances
the connection.
Peace
Keren
5.07.2009
A Reflection on Trust: The Eyes of God-Who-Is-Love
Do you really want to know Me?
I will let you look into My eyes, and
I will not be suprised,
if you will see,
within the space of a lingering glance,
a reflection of yourself.
Then you will be looking with My eyes.
Then will you trust Me?
I will let you look into My eyes, and
I will not be suprised,
if you will see,
within the space of a lingering glance,
a reflection of yourself.
Then you will be looking with My eyes.
Then will you trust Me?
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