Last night started to think about the prayer of St. Francis of Assisi and
looked it up in its entirety since I could only remember fragments of it.
Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen
The Three Kings Prep arrived in the mail from Wisconsin on time today. It has
been clear and sunny all day with a few grey clouds on the horizon over distant
north and eastern mountains, the Selkirks and the Cabinets.
I said my usual prayer I sing when I'm outside (Pardon the spelling, but it's
been a long time since I wrote it):
Om namo arihantanam
Om namo sidanam
Om namo ariianam
Om namo vajianam
Namo loa sava sa-anam
Eso panche namukaro
Sava pava panasano
Mangalam chi savez sim
Padamam havi mangalam.
I stirred the little bit of the goldfrankensensemyhrr mixture in a little well
water from our hot bucket on the wood stove in my ceramic mixing bowl with a
wooden spoon and added a little more than a 1/2 gallon of warm water from our
warm bucket--enough just to go around the inside of our game fence and around
Green's cabin and the strawberry and potato beds we had outside the fence.
I was glad I had my sorrels on since I didn't have on my snowshoes.
Huckleberry, Sumo and Swimmer accompanied me and broke trail. At 4:10 the sky
had turned to grey with warm gold on the southwestern horizon. The visible
sliver of the moon was high. I repeated my Om namo arihantanam prayer several
times and flung out the liquid with my wisk broom every ten steps through the
crusty snow.
I made it around the orchard and Tristan and Crystal's graves, around the
valerian bed and full circle. I poured what little I had left on the sweet
cicely in the middle of the old part of the veggie garden where we started our
BD ministrations years ago, I can't remember when. Finished at 4:55.
I hope that we have enough love and good vibrations to satisfy the elementals
and that all the times I have put on BD compost and sprayed BC, 500, and 508
over the years and the several times 501 will be enough.
Best wishes to all,
Merla
ron poitras wrote:
> Thank you Cordelia
> Same activity taking place up here in eastern Maine today with several
> stirring and singing the songs - I wonder how far this net of intention for
> welcoming new elemental life extended across the globe today?
> There is hope and possibility in the midst of all the doom and destruction!
> Ron
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Cordelia Lane <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
> To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
> Date: Monday, January 06, 2003 6:24 PM
> Subject: Epiphany
>
> >EPIPHANY, 2003
> >
> >1:15 Dissolving the dynamized paste of the three gifts of the Magi into the
> >warm water - a golden color, a golden aroma.
> >
> >1:30 Strring, stirring, stirring, singing my stirring songs: Dona Nobis
> >Pacem,
> > Ego sum pauper, nihil habeo, cormeum dabo
> > and Christmas Carols: Un Flambeau, Jeanette Isabelle, the Holly and the
> >Ivy, We three Kings of Orient Are, Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht
> >2:30 Done, rest the stirring spoon
> > Rest the body
> >2:45 Prepare the gear - half gallon of preparation in the bucket, half
> >gallon in the backpack. Look out the window - it's snowing!
> > Snow pants, snow boots, snow jacket, hat, mittens....and snowshoes.
> >3:00 Feed the dogs, feed the sheep
> >3:15 Begin sprinkling the goldfrankincensemyrrh.(this may take almost two
> >hours, so must get going a bit before 4:00) Pungent fragrance recalls the
> >hour of dynamizing on New Year's Eve.
> > Time for the snowshoes, the plowed driveway ends.
> > The woods are exquisitely lovely with fresh powdery snow on every
> >evergreen branch.
> > Down the gully, up the gully, turn right at the Back of Beyond.
> > Meander along the meandering saltmarsh banks of the tidal creek.
> > This moment could not be more beautiful.
> > Sprinkling the gifts of the Three Wise Men - the wisdom, the spirit, the
> >victory of life over death.
> >
> > It is with heart-high gladness that I do this deed, that I welcome and
> >support
> > the hard-working elementals with these forces.
> >
> >4:15 Almost done, one more field to go. The dogs join me joyfully romping
> >in the snow.
> >
> >4:45 Done. Exhilaration, gratitude
> >
> >Cordelia
> >
> >
