by June | Apr 18, 2017 | Blogposts
Tulips are beginning to appear in fields and yards and stores and homes
like the little pot of tulips placed in the kitchen window.
As their petals gently unfolded in the morning’s light, their reflection in the kitchen window called “Take our picture!” and a smile came to my face. It was a wonderful way to begin a new day. But I almost missed it!
I almost missed that moment of awareness of … something grace-filled
… something beautiful … something holy. I almost missed it, but didn’t,
thanks to two little tulips reflected in the kitchen window.
Thank-you, Mother Nature, for this gentle reminder to … make time for
… be open to … become available for Spirit to touch my soul in grace-filled, beautiful, joy-filled, awe-inspiring, wonder-filled, holy ways.
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by June | Apr 3, 2017 | Blogposts
Ever have a day when memories of someone who is no longer living, surfaced in your heart and mind? It’s not their birthday, or any particular occasion that would bring them to mind, yet you feel their presence and find yourself grateful for the ways, lessons and moments they touched your life.
That’s me … remembering my dad, Albert Edward (Eddie) Mack. Born in England in 1903, he died in Canada in 1981. He had little formal education because he had to go to work when he was only eight to help support his family. Yet, in spite of only having a grade three education, he became a voracious reader, stock broker, owner of an antiquities store, art historian and consultant to the National Art Gallery in Ottawa.
Dad was a gentle man (and gentleman!), a loving man, a kind man, a romantic … ohhhh, the love letters he wrote my mother! … and a wonderful ballroom dancer. When he would turn on the radio and take my mom into his arms in our living room, magic happened and we all knew it.
Dad was a polymath. His expertise spanned a significant number of different subject areas, thanks to his voracious reading, deep sense of curiosity, ability to reason, and eagerness to learn from others. At the same time, he was a humble man whose love of his wife, children and grandchildren (as can be seen by this photo of Dad and my son Tod when he was a toddler), were foremost in his life.
Dad wasn’t always home as he often traveled for work, but he was always “with us.” His wisdom, lifestyle, mentoring (even when we weren’t aware of it), contributed to make each of us the people we now are. When we all gathered around the dinner table, we would share how our day had gone and would have conversations about all sorts of things including ‘life after death’.”
Some religions state there is life-after-death. Some cultures believe there is life after death. Many people hope there is … in some way. No living person knows for certain. But, if experiences of the presence of loved ones, long after they have died, in ways that are not understood, is any indication, then life after death does exist.
How? I don’t know. Yet I choose to believe that when our mortal life on this planet earth ends, our spirit continues to live. And life-after-death becomes our reality. That is my belief, my hope, my prayer. And in the meantime, in the remembering of loved ones who have died, in the silent conversations with loved ones who have died, in the memories that bring gratitude and smiles and joy, they live.
The photo is of my son Tod Edward Maffin and his Granddad Albert Edward Mack. Life-after-death.
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by June | Apr 1, 2017 | Blogposts
In days of uncertainty and fear
may application of the lubricating Hand Lotion of Prayer
soften hearts
and provide space for wisdom
to seep through the soul-pores of politicians
calm hearts and provide space for peace to seep through the pores of our own souls.
And may the dryness of dissension and fear and the roughness of rancour
be soothed
by the healing balm application of the moisture of
the Hand Lotion of Prayer.
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by June | Mar 31, 2017 | Blogposts
When Mr. Rogers entered his tv home, he would sing “Won’t You Be My Neighbour.” Neighbour. Who is my / our neighbour? “Are you my neighbour?” “Am I your neighbour?” “Are people who live far away my neighbour?”
What about people who … have a different skin colour … commit murder … speak a different language… who are addicted … are differently-abled … have a mental illness … hold to a different political view … have vision problems … are in prison … have a form of dementia … live on the street … interpret religious teachings from a different perspective … have differently-shaped eyes … lie … aren’t in the same ‘class’ … betray confidences … and the list goes on
As the questions boiled down to one: “Who is my neighbour” this acrostic emerged from my meditation:
N – Not so-close (because of separation by physical, emotional, geographical distance) … are my neighbours.
E- Elderly (of all ages, religions, nationalities) are my neighbours.
I – Inconspicuous (in the decision-making society because of disability, poverty, “ism,” addiction, homelessness, mental illness, terminally-ill, etc.)
are my neighbours.
G – G (at the library, stores, post office, traffic, bank, garage, hairdresser, trades, schools) are my neighbours.
H – Hobby friends who share my interests (in crafts, sports, recreation, volunteerism) are my neighbours.
B – Born recently; born in the future <aka future generations> (of all races, religions, nationalities, countries) are my neighbours.
O – Occupational (people I work with; people I study with; volunteer with) are my neighbours.
U – Unaware of (the Creator, the Holy, Divine, God, By-Whatever-Name) are my neighbours.
R – Related to me (by blood, marriage, law) are my neighbours.
S – Society’s alienated (because of race, sexuality, religion, gender, ability, addiction, illness) are my neighbours.
If all people are my neighbours, issues of injustice, discrimination, care of the environment, abuse, “ism” will surface for me. If animals are my neighbours, issues that affect their health survival will surface for me. Native spirituality refers to trees and plants, water, environment and land as ‘neighbours.” The call to care for these has inspired and continues to inspire generations of people.
That one word … neighbour … can be a wonderful starting-point for conversation, prayer, action about
… “who is my neighbour” … “how am I to treat my neighbour” … “how do I want my neighbour to treat me” … “why do I not treat all neighbours in a similar way” … “am I my brother/sister’s/*neighbour* keeper”
Neighbour. “Won’t you be my neighbour?”
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by June | Mar 29, 2017 | Blogposts
Ever have “one of those days” where nothing seemed to go
as you had hoped? as you had anticipated? as you had planned? Likely yes.
Me too.
On “one of those days, “I sat quietly in my special chair with gentle music playing in the background. As I tried to put it all in perspective, an image of the Milky Way came to mind, helping me not only to realize but to accept the reality that the things, people, situations, encounters, news that made that day … “one of those days” … were infinitesimal in the cosmic scheme of things.
Why did I let them bother me … so much? Why did I let them build
… one upon the other? Why did I give them power … over my thoughts Why, instead of making the time … to centre myself … to do some deep breathing … to think, pray, whisper, sing Dame Julian of Norwich’s prayer
“All shall be well. All shall be well. And all manner of thing shall be well,”
did I become … more frustrated … more disappointed … more upset with each encounter, and activity, and person and myself?
It would be easy to find an excuse. But the reality is I had a choice and I had chosen to be a human do-ing rather than a human be-ing.’
So that evening I was quiet … intentionally focused on ‘be-ing … thinking that if I were blessed to awaken the next morning, I would do so with gratitude in my heart and mind for the privilege of … learning … and growing … and evolving
And every morning since that time that’s what I try to do
… even if I have been having “one of those days.”
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by June | Mar 1, 2017 | Blogposts
These days, it seems as if more and more, people are experiencing
a hardening of physical arteries … when blood vessels become narrow … hardened cholesterol clogs physical systems … and physical health is seriously affected.
These days, it seems as if more and more, people are experiencing
a hardening of spiritual arteries … when minds become narrow … when hearts become hardened … and spiritual health is seriously affected.
It seems that the ‘narrowing’ of minds and the ‘hardening’ of hearts
is not only affecting the spiritual health of individuals, but the spiritual health of nations.
Oh, to return to the place where … kindness and consideration of others
… truthfulness and acceptance of differences … hopefulness and child-likeness … playfulness and peacefulness … the ability to reason and listen
are part of the daily life-experiences of adults, children, youth, elders, professionals, religious leaders, business people, politicians.
Medical professionals remind us that when life’s blood begins to clog,
physical arteries close, we become ill. We may even die.
Not surprisingly, when stress, negativity, hopelessness, despair, fear fill our thoughts, Spirit begins to clog, spiritual arteries close,
we become ill. We may even die.
But when physical arteries are open, life’s blood flows through our veins.
We survive.
When spiritual arteries are open, … compassion and truthfulness … joy and peace … patience and kindness … love and goodness … thoughtfulness and self-control flow through us. We thrive.
May spiritual arteries be opened!
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