The snow is melting, now, on this Christmas morning,
revealing of the dormant Earth below.
We gather ‘round our tree of many colors,
Exchanging gifts and all the love we can show.
The sun is showing again above the mountain
Even in this darkest time of year.
The miracle of the light comes celebrating
The time to share the gifts will always be here.
We gather celebrating of life’s miracle
We gather celebrating the virgin birth,
And sing our songs for love of baby Jesus,
Can you sing some prayers for love of Mother Earth?
Now, Santa has gone back to his home in the North Pole,
leaving a song and gifts for all of us to see.
Gone with all his sleigh and magical reindeer
All the gifts for you and for me.
And Spring is only now
A far away fantasy,
A place waiting for
All our dreams to grow,
Knowing that the energy here is biding,
We celebrate this chrysalis morning glow.
Richard Evan MacKay
**This song came as an inspiration during the Christmas season when I happened to be feeling sad and lonely, ruminating about the recent transition of my mother that year.
OH, I HEAR GOD’S VOICE
Oh, I hear God’s voice
in the setting sun,
in the cricket’s song
We are all One.
1 So I sing my song
share all these feelings
new day has begun.
2 Oh, I hear God’s voice
in the wind and rain
in the rising sun
in this brand new day.
3 In the rising sun
and the rising Earth
Oh, all these feelings
What are they worth?
4 Is this voice inside?
Is it all about?
Is it mine alone?
or is it everyone’s?
5 Oh, I hear God’s voice
within my mission
in love and in care
in a loving vision.
** I suppose this song doesn’t make sense unless you imagine or contemplate as I do
that vision, sound, song, colors, and nature are all energetic components of the One Spirit in a fabric of a vibrational harmony.
Oh, here comes autumn,
Feel it in the breeze.
Here comes autumn
See it in the trees.
Here comes autumn
See it all around –
Oh, here comes autumn
Here comes autumn
Hear this song.
Each sacred moment
In every life, now,
On this sacred planet
So full with strife,
Seeing all the Beauty
in every life, now –
Each sacred day, now
Each sacred day,
Now to be alive –
We can be loving
and be forgiving.
See the beauty
in each other’s eyes
We can be loving,
seeing all the beauty –
We can be loving
seeing all the beauty
I am a writer, poet, composer, and artist. Though I’m a senior, I’ve kept active physically, mentally, and spiritually. I have spent most of my life and resources supporting and empowering others.
From living in diverse areas and cultures, I see life with an open heart and mind. I presently live in the Tennessee Valley in Northern Alabama. In my creative works, I would like to make a difference in our attitude toward the planet, seeing from a realistic spiritual viewpoint rather than the prevalent over materialistic emphasis in our society.
This is so amazingly a part of living in this new century, living where there are new frontiers to pioneer for the bold who are coloring outside the lines.
The Music of the Plants research began at Damanhur (in Italy) in 1976, when resident researchers created an instrument that was able to capture the electromagnetic variations of the surface of plant leaves and roots, and turn them into sounds.
The desire for deep contact with nature has also inspired the “Plant Concerts,” in which musicians perform while accompanied by melodies created by trees. The trees learn to control their electrical emissions, so they can modulate the notes, as if they are aware of the music they are producing. This research has continued, and today, the device used for concerts is available to the general public so that this profound experience of plant world communication may be shared by anyone who wishes to do so.
It is possible to purchase the Music of the Plants device online.
I was walking along the Greenway near a street named Mira Vista, and there was this little girl about maybe three or four years old on a small pink bike with training wheels coming toward me. Her father was some distance back. She started picking up speed as she approached and shouted gleefully, “Look what I can do!”
Wow, this sentence stayed in my heart. Life is full of the expected and then the really unexpected. She was facing the challenge of riding a bike and feeling very proud of herself for doing it. She didn’t say to herself, “Well, I’m not that good yet. “or “I hope I don’t fail.” She was in the moment, lavishing the victory, and telling her dad and the world, “Look what I can do!”
Every time I don’t acknowledge myself and my actions in going toward what I love or I have one of these critical voice self-criticisms of my own actions, I will remember her and her joy, and say to myself, “Look what I can do!”
Pastel shades of blue
painted on the panorama ‘fore my eyes
Oh, Magenta, red, and aqua rainbows
fill the sky just like some rhyme –
Am I dreaming songs of love?
Am I always wondering why?
Is it truth or is it passion
that fills my heart and overflows my mind?
Open now and hope forever,
My heart is on the line:
a deeper shade of color,
and this dancer spinning to some unknown time –
I can be this heart within
and I do answer for my own time
as the poet lives within these wings
and this dancer with the mystery unwinds–
Sometimes these absences
of intimacy, of friendship,
burn in my Heart
like the flame of a candle.
And my soul reaches out
in reply, saying
“There is love.”
Be at Peace. Be Grateful.
“Often people’s identities, that wild inner complexity of soul and color of spirit, become shrunken into their work identities. They become prisoners of their roles. They limit and reduce their lives. They become seduced by the practice of self-absence”.
John O’Donohue – Anam Cara