Chair By The River

Chair By The River

took a drive down a road not travelled
and discovered
a chair by the river
that called and spoke

come – sit – rest
gaze – ponder – exhale worry
question – dream – write
sketch – inhale peace – feel
believe – be –

that chair – a blessing
those surrounding trees – a blessing
the river before me – a blessing
peace within – a blessing

blessings around, above, beside, beneath, within
blessed moment-in-time
thanks to a chair by the river

˙© june maffin

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“It’s hopeless. You just have to accept that. Your child will never be a contributing member of society.  I can make arrangements for him to be institutionalized.  It’s all for the best.”

Those were the words the doctor spoke, telling the young mother that her son was “hopeless.”  

Hopeless? There are many situations that many think of as hopeless  … a marriage on the verge of collapse … a relationship that was desperate for reconciliation … war … a family that was estranged … a body that had run a good race for decades … corrupt politicians – hopeless?

When human problems beset us … when our personal lives disintegrate … when the world seems as if it has gone crazy – it seems that we seek answers from every other physician before we dare to “let go” and “let God” – before we resist putting our prejudices, our loneliness, our anger, our frustrations, our pride, our hatreds, our fears into the transforming hands of G_d, the Holy One, the Creator, the Personification of Love, the Bearer of Hope.

How long will it be before we reach out, like the woman with the hem who touched Jesus’ garment – or before we are like the story of Jairus, the ruler of a synagogue, who was searching desperately for some hope.  He’d tried everything and now, one last attempt.  When he finally found the man Jesus, he fell on his knees and repeatedly cried … “My little daughter is at the point of death.  Come and lay your hand on her so that she may be made well and live.”   Without a word, Jesus went with Jairus.  And while that’s all that Matthew’s Gospel tells us, the story appears in Mark’s Gospel as well and carries this story further as we learn that a messenger from Jairus’ home comes and says “Your daughter is dead.  Why trouble Jesus any further?”  To the messenger, the little girl’s death was the end of the story.  There was no hope.  There was no point in trying to go further.  It was hopeless.  Fear set in.

Like the day a phone call brought fear to a priest who the evening of the phone call, wrote about The Not-Knowing-Time:

“An ordinary medical test was done. Anticipating nothing unusual, and yet there was. “Redo the test” said the physician. “Nothing to worry about –  but let’s rule out …” So, the test was redone and there it was.  Again! “A specialist.  I want you to see a specialist” she said Friday morning. The rest of that day was a blur other than that ugly four letter word: FEAR. “Get me to the specialist.  Now! Let me know what I’m dealing with so decisions can be made and life can be planned. The fear is not of dying – the fear is of the not-knowing.”

When we are in such fearful and seemingly hopeless situations, is the God-of-All-Knowing the first we consider turning to?   Or turn to at all? Jesus said to Jairus: “Don’t fear, only believe.” 

In the story of the woman who touched the hem of Jesus’ garment, the social context of the time was a significant factor.  She would have been looked upon as ‘unclean’. She was bleeding – she was a woman, a person with no rights, and would have been shunned at the very least for daring to be in the company of the men who surrounded Jesus and to touch reach out and touch the hem of his garment.  Perhaps she prayed/hoped that her fears would be relieved. 

What of the priest who wrote about “The Not-Knowing Time”?  A week after the phone call, another entry in her journal: “Unraveling the Not-Knowing Time.” Sunday night I wanted to stay home  and curl up in bed and watch some inane television program, but I couldn’t. I had responsibilities, but in that moment, I hoped that no one would want Eucharist and I could go home. But, there they were … the two of them. “When two or three are gathered together, there am I, in your midst.” Maybe something happened for the two who came to church that evening, but not for me. Nothing happened.  I felt no relief – no peace.  “The Unknown” still haunted me as walked home.

Home at last. A cup of hot tea brought solace, but no relief from the  Fear of the “Not-Knowing Time”. Then came the realization!  The panic had subsided. Monday arrived. The panic was no longer there – it was still gone! The phone rang with a message “Your appointment with the specialist is scheduled.” The “Not-Knowing Time” had begun to unravel.”

Many others have desperate situations.  Perhaps they arefacing a seemingly hopeless financial crunch … a marriage that is on the rocks … a teenager or toddler that you can’t handle … a parent who no longer can communicate with anyone in ways others remember … a spouse who is imprisoned either in body or mind … living in poverty and/or war, addicted with nowhere to turn … grieving over the death of someone loved very much … a child/spouse/partner/parent who is ill or dying … dealing with their own medical crisis. And the list goes on.

There are countless stories that remind us that no situation is hopeless.  Does this mean that if there is enough faith, every dead person will be raised to life on earth? … that money for every financial need will appear?… that everyone who is terminally ill will be cured? … that a job will be provided for all the unemployed?   No. What it means is that we will be met in our fears and uncertainties and comforted in our Not-Knowing-Times.

Long ago, there was a wealthy woman, an atheist, who lived in Hanover, Germany.  She wanted to prove to the world that there could be no resurrection. She gave orders to those who were to take care of her money after she died, to build a tomb of stone around her, so strong that her body could never rise out of it.   Since there was nothing illegal about her request, the men built her a great tomb, and around it, they built an iron fence.  What the builders didn’t notice was that a tiny seed fell into a crevice between two of the massive stones and one spring some years later, it sprouted.  As the seedling grew into a tree, it pushed aside the heavy stones and the unbreakable tomb was cracked open.  

If you go to a place in Hanover, Germany called Gartenfriedhof (Garden Cemetary), ask to be shown the Geoffnetes Grab (the grave that was opened).   You’ll have no trouble finding the tomb, because out of its great crack grows the finest tree in the garden. 

The grave was opened.  Hope – Love – God – the Creator stepped into Jairus’ life.  Hope stepped into the life of the woman with the hemorrhage and healed her body.  Hope stepped into the life of the child whose doctor pronounced him to be hopeless. Hope stepped in – into the life of the priest – who wrote “Knowing Time … Holy Refuge”

“Procedures have begun.  Nothing untoward showing up so far. Other complications on the horizon. Getting older and having the body not move as it once did is not fun. I must try to “let go and let God.” The talk about the “peace that passes understanding” isn’t just ‘talk.’ It really exists. Should fear well up within me again… should the unknown frighten me … should the “Not-Knowing Time” seem to engulf and entrap and overwhelm and I can’t move beyond it, I hope/I pray I will relax  into the gentle, caring, loving hand of God – of Hope – of Love – of the Creator – and allow myself to move into “Knowing-Time” which, from God’s perspective – from Hope’s perspective – from Love’s perspective – from the Creator’s perspective is “Knowing-Time.”  Kairos … not Chronos. “Knowing-Time” exists … whether I feel it or not.

No matter what situation you may be in now – or you may have to face in the future – with God, there are no “Not-Knowing-Times.”   There is always hope!   Consider this

—- on a wall in Dachau prison, these words were scratched:  I believe in the sun even when it isn’t shining. I believe in stars even when I see them not.  I believe in God even when God is silent.”   In a tiny room in a refugee camp in Sri Lanka, four women were teaching songs to barefoot, dirty, scantily-lad children. Since there was no room to sit, they all stood for this brief respite from the noisy, hot, humid, dusty and impossibly crowded communal living area. On the door, crudely printed, were these words “Life is a gift from God.”

The refugees in war-torn Sri Lanka, the concentration prisoners in Dachau – they knew Hope – they knew Love – they knew another word for Hope, for Love – they knew the Creator, God, By Whatever Name … even in the midst of a terrifying yesterday, a bleak and often hungry today, and a potentially fearful tomorrow. 

In many Christian churches today, people are marking Pentecost Sunday – a reminder that the Holy Spirit offers Hope – Love. May we never forget that even sturdy tombs crack open!   May we never forget that Hope/Love/God enters lives – enters the “Unknown Times” – enters the moments of apparent hopelessness.

In the midst of it all … just as in the midst of all of our painful pasts, hurtful today’s and unknown futures … we never need to live in “The Not-Knowing Time.”  How do I know? The “Not-Knowing Time” story is my story. The words are from my journal.

The Creator – Hope – Love – God – By Whatever Name – is … in all our times: yesterday – today – tomorrow.  

Your comments on this and any Soulistry blog reflection are always very welcome and appreciated here.

© June Maffin



“Happily may I walk. Happily with abundant dark clouds may I walk. Happily with abundant showers, may I walk. Happily with abundant plants, may I walk. Happily on a trail of pollen, may I walk. With beauty before me, may I walk. With beauty behind me, may I walk. With beauty above me, may I walk. With beauty below me, may I walk. With beauty all around me, may I walk. Wandering on a trail of beauty, lively I walk.

Author: Navajo chant


1. What moments in your life have you experienced
– “abundant dark clouds”
– “abundant showers”
– “abundant plants”
– “a trail of pollen”

2. How can you “happily” walk, regardless of outdoor weather conditions, your own inner emotional state, the global political angst?

2. What questions have been more important to you than the answers?

3. Consider your understanding of walking and the Navajo understanding. Is there a difference? If so, what?

4. What might prevent you from walking Navajo-style in your life?

5. What is your understanding of ‘beauty’?

6. What do you understand to be the Navajo chat understanding of ‘beauty’?

7. When you go for a walk, reflect on the ‘beauty’ you see “before me”, “behind me”, “above me”, “below me.”

In your journal, reflect on the above questions and how you might move beyond whatever blocked you in those circumstances.


How to use “Soulistry Soul-Questions”
You may want to begin a Journal so your responses are all in one place. Write the quotation. Add the first question and write your response. 

Take your time in writing your replies.
This is your time.
These are your answers. 

Then at your leisure, add the second Soul-Question and respond and continue on.  Btw, it helps to put the date after each Soul-Question response.

The “Soul-Questions” group on Facebook can be found

The “Soul-Questions” website can be found at

© June Maffin

“Soulistry:Artistry of the Soul” – content

“Soulistry:Artistry of the Soul” – content

Welcome to “Soul-Questions” one of the Soulistry *umbrella* groups.

The “Soulistry: Artistry of the Soul – Creative Ways to Nurture Your Spirituality” publication offers 80 quotes by a wide variety of authors along with Soul-Questions to encourage readers to listen to the “still, small Voice within” and know themselves more deeply.

The book’s Preface, Prologue and Appendices supplement the Soul-Questions and are available in the print ‘book’ version available through Amazon, the author, your local bookstore, Gumroad. Over time, more of the quotes and their accompanying “Soul-Questions” from the book will find their way to this Facebook group. If you have a particular title from the list below you would like posted here, feel free to write me here on this site or: june at soulistry dot com.

Please note that if you subscribe to this website, you will receive all Soulistry postings directly into your inbox. No record is kept of your email address – no selling of your personal information either.


TITLES of Quotes and their authors (all with permission to publish) are as follows.

Aging … Mark Twain
Aiming High … Michelangelo
All Shall Be Well … Julian of Norwich
And the Day Came … Anais Nin
A Spiritual Experience … Pierre Teillard de Chardin
A Spirituality of Play … Margaret Guenther
A Spirituality of Work … Confucius
Being Remembered … Mattie Stepanek
Believing … Verna Dozier
Blessed Are You … Jesus of Nazareth
Challenge Your Limits … Jerry Dunn
Come to the Edge … Guillaume Apollinaire
Courage … Ambroe Redmoon
Darkness Deserves Gratitude … Joan Chittister
Deeping the Mystery … Francis Bacon
Doing Good … John Wesley
Doing What You Think You Cannot Do … Eleanor Roosevelt
Draw the Circle Wide … Gordon Light
Excursions to Enchantment … Thomas Moore
Faith … Patrick Overton
Feeding the Wolf … Cherokee Legend
Finding God’s Presence … Herbert O’Driscoll
Forgiveness .. Mahatma Gandhi
Friends … Kahlil Gibran
Gift … Denis Brown
Gladdening the Hearts … Henri Amiel
God’s Milk … Anne Sexton
Gratitude … Meister Eckhart
Happiness … Chinese Proverb
Hatred Ceases … Siddhartha Gautama (Buddha)
Holding Fast to Dreams … Langson Hughes
Hope Has Two Daughters … Augustine
Journey Inward … Dag Hammarskjold
Keening … Lara
Keeping Secrets … Paul Tournier
Laughing At Ourselves … Katherine Mansfield
Life Goes On … Robert Frost
Light From Within … Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
Living Life With Confidence … Henry David Thoreau
Look Well to This Day … Sanskirt Provert
Loving Your Enemy … Jesus of Nazareth
May I Walk … Navajo Chant
May You Be Blessed … St. Francis of Assisi
Mystery … Martin Buber
Nothing You Can Do … Desmond Tutu
Open Doors … Alexander Graham Bell
Peace Within … Jill Jackson
Problem-Solving … Anthony D’Angelo
Questions That Speak … Chinese Proverb
Radiating Intrinsic Goodness … Wangari Maathai
Rekindling the Light … Albert Schweitzer
Religious Belief … Dalai Lama
Rising Every Time … Confucius
Risking Frustration … Thomas Merton
Secret of the Spiritual Life … Gerald Heard
Seeing the Spirit Sparkle … Gwen Weaver
Six Letters … Gemma Black
Soul Alive … Eleonora Duse
Soul Harvest … Lao Tzu
Soul Stars … Pamela Vaull Starr
Spiritual Mountain-Climbing … Sri chinmoy
Success … Henry Ward Beecher
The Acquisition of Wisdom … Solomon ibn Gabirol
The Art of Being Kind … Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Idea of God … Madeleine L’Engle (Miguel de Unamuno)
The Mark of Wisdom … Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Only Journey … Raider Maria Rilke
The Web of Life … Chief Seattle (traditionally attributed)
The Well Within … Thich Nhat Hanh
Today I Am Asking … Alice Hancock
Today’s Road … Nagarjuna (traditionally attributed)
Tomorrow’s Seeds … Chinese Proverb
Trusting the Unseen … Ralph Waldo Emerson
Vulnerability … Sigmund Freud
Walking In and Out … Joy Harjo
What Does Love Look Like … Augustine
What is Spirituality … Dan Wakefield
What We See … Peter Thornton
Worldly Inexperience … Joseph Addison

In the Appendices:

How to Make Your Own Journal
The Soulistry “story”
Author Biographies
About the Author – Who Am I?

Colour and Hope

Colour and Hope

It’s not a good day for many in the world. And especially not for those in Ukraine. Two years ago today, Russia invaded Ukraine.

And on this, the second anniversary of that terrible event, tangling in colour helps distract me from the sterile black/white images in my mind of menacing trucks rolling down city streets, people hovering in bombed-out hospitals, children growing up terrified and democracy on a fragile thread in that and far too many countries.

As we move about each day – as we create our art – as we drive into town – as we shop and attend our meetings, appointments, go to work/school/worship, may we think of the people of Ukraine and other places in the world where that same scenario is commonplace.

Let us think hope. Let us pray peace. Let us send thoughts of protection.

The freedom we enjoy this day is not theirs. May that reality change soon and in the meantime, may the people of Ukraine know that the world has not forgotten them.

I send them colour – and hope – this, and all, days.

We need colour and hope in this world as reminders that rainbows still cross skies – somewhere; reminders that children still dance and sing – somewhere; reminders that freedom still exists – somewhere. Colour and Hope!

© June Maffin

Artwork: I don’t find ‘scratch paper’ easy to work with/tangle on (this is a Zentangle® HQ fragment called ‘Obawa’,) but I do love the surprising and unexpected colours that emerge each time.

Valentine’s Day and Ash Wednesday

Valentine’s Day and Ash Wednesday

Tomorrow, February 14th is going to be an unusual day for those who like to mark Valentine’s Day and for whom Ash Wednesday is part of their faith. This year, they both occur on the same day!

Around the world, people will gather to receive the ashes on their forehead and hear the words  “Dust thou art and to dust thou shalt return” on what is known as Ash Wednesday – the first day of what is known as the Season of Lent.  Those words are certainly not anyone favourite words, but they represent a truth which is important to remember from time to time – our own mortality.  Ash Wednesday every year, is a sober reminder that we are mortal – not immortal.  Acknowledging our humanity, our vulnerability, our mortality, helps us to live more fully.

Do we need to be a Christian to do that?  No.  Do we need to have experienced an Ash Wednesday service before?  No.  Do we need to be connected to a church to do that?  No.  All we need to do is accept our mortality, allow the ashes to be a sign – an outward symbol of what is hoped would happen internally and a commitment to be the best we can be – that we recognize that our mortal life is a gift, and commit ourselves (with the help of the Holy One if that is part of our belief), to use the rest of our mortal life to the very best of our ability. 

Side bar – interestingly, the imposition of ashes, is not just a Christian tradition. It was an ancient Jewish tradition and was a public sign of an individual’s repentance.  By the seventh century, the Christian church adopted it as part of the Church’s Lenten preparation before the Season of Easter.

The ‘imposition of ashes’ can take various forms: sprinkle ashes into the palm of one’s own or a family member’s hand and apply it to the forehead; use a cotton Qtip, dipped into the ashes and placed on the forehead.  Some groups/congregations give members dirt, seed and water instead of ashes, acknowledging that from the dust of the world, new hope springs. 

Some churches encourage people to mark their hearts with the sign of a heart (or the Cross) as an outward and visible sign of their intention to turn their heart to God and experience God’s unconditional love and forgiveness in a new way, saying the words “Dust I am and to dust I shall return.” Whatever way each of us chooses to observe Ash Wednesday, may we enter with humility and gratitude.

This year, Valentine’s Day is also happening tomorrow on February 14th. It is a day where people talk about love and try to express love by giving flowers/heart-shaped cards, chocolates. But could there be more? Could something more happen on this duo-day of emotion?

This year on Ash Wednesday/Valentine’s Day, could we love our families sufficiently that we have the “I don’t want to have this discussion with you, but it’s time” conversation with them? You know the conversation … it’s about the reality of our death.

Could we talk about the inevitability of death in general and about our own death in particular … talk about how we hope we would die (most of us want to be home, go to sleep and not wake up); talk about the “What if’s” (what if we don’t die at home in our sleep? what if we are riddled with pain? what if we face a future of permanent care in an institution etc); talk about, what would we want to have with us if we find ourselves in institutional care or are receiving palliative care in a facility or at home and even our view about MAiD (Medical Assistance in Dying).

Such a talk would not only be for ourselves, but for our loved ones, so that should something terrible happen, should “it” – or the illness get to a level where institutionalization, palliative care etc. need to be addressed and our families have to make decisions on our behalf, they will be doing so in accordance with our wishes.

But if we don’t have “the conversation” with our adult children/partner/best friend – whoever – they will be at a loss and their confusion about ‘what to do’ will be added to the fear, anxiety, grief they feel when they get “the phone call/text/email.”

I have sat by the bedside over the years of countless people who did not have any such conversation with their loved ones because they “didn’t want to worry them,” “didn’t want to upset them”, “stress them”. So, they did not have that conversation. When “it” happened, their family members, dealing with a wide variety of emotions, were faced with a parent/partner/loved one dealing with a stroke/untreatable illness/inoperable results from a vehicle accident, would tell me how much they wish they knew what their loved one would want them to do at such a time.

So in keeping with the theme of Valentine’s Day “love” and the theme of Ash Wednesday’s “mortality”, let’s have that difficult conversation – for them.

Let’s sit down for a serious conversation and begin in your own words. For me, with my adult son, it was along these lines — “This is a difficult subject and I want to talk about it with you.” I wasn’t seriously ill; I wasn’t facing a traumatic event; no “reason” to have such a discussion at that time other than I loved him enough to talk about the eventuality of my death and let him know my wishes.

So I told him where my Will was, told him about the specifics of my wishes (duly signed and witnessed via a Representation Agreement – in some places it is Living Will); spoke to him about which of the three levels of DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) I would want if faced with such a situation; we spoke of ‘service’ should I die and that would be his decision at the time – no “must have” a service; mentioned where I would want my cremains to rest; what funeral home had my pre-paid plan; showed him where I kept paperwork about lawyer / house / car / insurance / banking / computer / social media / income tax info / etc.; gave him a list (if I had to go into permanent institutional care), of things which I thought might help my transition. And, I put some of that (esp. the DNR info) in an envelope on the front door of my fridge as that is the only place First Responders go to check such information.

Such a talk would not be an easy discussion, by any stretch of the imagination. But it is one that we all need to have. And have that conversation now – while we are able to make our wishes known.

Don’t wait. Do it on Valentine’s Day/Ash Wednesday this year. Then it will have been done, and you can be at peace, knowing that you will be helping your loved ones at a time when they must deal with the reality of the serious illness/death of someone they dearly love – you.

© June Maffin

Artwork: © June Maffin with deep appreciation to Jessica Davies of Salted Pink Studio ( who designed this butterfly.



The month of February can be difficult for many. Social media and local stores focus on Valentine’s Day to the hilt.

Many have outlived their partners … parents have outlived their children … children have outlived their parents/siblings … close friends have died … and there’s no one to say “Happy Valentine’s Day”.   

So, how about instead of focusing on Valentine’s Day … we make the whole month of February LOVEUARY month, and express love to someone (relative, stranger, friend etc.) by making a card with a heart on it. Loveuary (Love+uary from February).

I’ve been making heart-cards … Loveuary Cards … and leaving them in clear plastic sleeves in various places in our little town. There are lots of places and people who would welcome a Loveuary Card: reception desks at assisted living homes, homeless shelters, nursing homes, low income housing … a neighbour … your child’s teachers … your doctor/dentist/friend/physio/dental hygienist/minister/relative … fire department … police department, etc., along with a little note that says
“This card is yours. It was made with love.
I hope it puts a little smile on your face.
Keep it. Pass it on to someone else.
Or just leave it where you found it for someone else to find.”
(and then I add “Created for you in Duncan, British Columbia an “Art Abandonment Project.”  

Or, something like this: “I am NOT lost. I was placed here to bring you JOY.

Use your own words. Add your own location – or not.
Add “Art Abandonment Project” – or not.

Please just be mindful of potential security and health issues when you leave your cards.

The best places to leave the Loveuary cards seem to be at reception centres, community/church/town Bulletin Boards and handed to another personally, not on vehicles, in stores or medical facilities.

Let’s make February, LOVEUARY month! Let’s share a little love! Whip out your calligraphy / painting / craft supplies / crayons and make a Loveuary Card. It can be a simple heart … a bunch of hearts … on cardstock, on craft paper, on watercolour paper … on whatever! The recipient will be delighted by what you make because you made it with love.

This year, I’m making my Loveuary cards on scratch paper … black and when you scratch the design, colours flood through the black to the surface! Then I mount it on coloured cardstock and then mount it all on folded black cardstock. You never know what colour is underneath. It’s such fun! HAPPY LOVEUARY!


© June Maffin

© June Maffin



Long ago, it is said, that a star appeared in the sky – a star that was unlike any other. All were amazed – and perhaps, even the lambs. 🙂

Years and years ago, I made this banner for Epiphany which is the season that began January 6th for many around the world.

The banner was made out of a black velvet-like fabric and white fabric paint was dabbed on the fabric to create the images. The black velvet-like fabric is fading, the lines of the star are still crooked and every year I take it out and hang it as a gentle reminder of a dreary, wintery weather’s day when I decided to try painting on black velvet-like fabric and the hope and peace that such a reminder of light in the Season of Epiphany brings.

I find Epiphany and its symbolism of ‘light’ to be helpful during the winter months of weather, the winter months of war, and the winter months of the soul which so many around the world are dealing with these days as democracy is being threatened. I hope you do, too, and bring light into your home in a variety of ways.

May light be within you.
May light be around you.
May light walk before you and walk behind you.
May light envelope, embrace and sustain you and this world.
And may the awe and wonder of the wee lambs as they gazed on the star – the Light – be instilled in the hearts of all so our world is a place of hope, lovingkindness and peace.

Happy Epiphany Season!

© June Maffin



I’ve been playing with alcohol ink again lately. Alcohol inks are vibrant, fast-drying and a highly fluid colour. They work on just about any clean, oil-free surface, are moisture-resistance and once they dry, they’re permanent. I had some small pieces of tile and thought it would be fun to play and experiment with the alcohol ink on the tiles.

It was an intriguing experience. I didn’t “design” anything ahead of time. I simply plopped little drops of coloured alcohol ink on the white tile and watched it move.

The alcohol ink went where it chose to go and as I watched the movement of the alcohol ink on the tile, creating shapes, blending colours, I was reminded of Carl Jung’s words “I am not what happens to me. I am what I choose to become.” The outcome of the alcohol ink on the tile was a direct result of what it ‘chose to be.’

I wonder – what about us? Do we self-predict our lives negatively by focusing on what happened in the past? Do we nurture and encourage our lives by focusing on becoming what we choose to be?

“I am not what happened to me. I am what I choose to be.”
<Carl Jung>

© June Maffin

© June Maffin

Hanukkah Blessings

Hanukkah Blessings

Hanukkah is a Jewish festival that reaffirms the ideals of Judaism and commemorates the rededication of the Second Temple of Jerusalem by the lighting of candles on each day of the Hanukkah festival.

May it be blessed, happy and safe for all observing Hanukkah in these turbulent times. Chag Sameach!

© June Maffin