Thursday, July 1, 2010

For Body and spirit

For the spirit:

Oak and Acorn
By: Caitlyn Maguire

We choose not to listen to the Others; the wounded, the dying, the elders, the
Children or soldiers, or the "mentally ill," for they speak a louder truth that
We have spent our lives denying, pushing aside, as not really significant given
The facts, the logic, the lack of intellectual theory. They speak with the voice
Of the prophets, soothsayers, the saints and the downtrodden, they are the voice
Of God, and he is still crying in the wilderness of our hearts, gone still, and

They see differently, they understand, they love and they forgive for they know.
Sometimes, they are very sad, and their bones grow weary with the weight, their
Hair grows long and their mouth droops, their feet are sodden, and legs weak,
Ears grow dim, because their heart is growing larger, their spirit bolder, their
Soul sharper, and they have grown beautiful, fleshy, golden, wings … but if you
Turn your head away in shame, you will not hear.

It is said, they speak too loud, ask too much, speak at all the wrong times, say
It the wrong way, and don't agree with you. We save a tree, a dolphin, a rain
Forest; yet these sacred ones walk with us, whispering an unshushable wisdom and
Vision. We put them away, off to the side, in homes, in "special places" …
"where they can be cared for," but we lose out, for life is not made to be easy.
We are their brothers and sisters and if we push them away, we will miss life's
Greatest treasures, we dishonor them and pass on the message that the trials and
Initiations of illness, poverty, age, and specialty mean nothing, that to grow,
Or suffer has no value, to have lived, worked hard, and loved much has no place
In our culture or family. The message to our children is clear: stay young and
Beautiful and avoid feeling pain.

I do not think we will ever be whole, until we can hear these voices, until we
Are them.

For it is the time we give, an earthly dimension which is the value of our gift
To others, a smile of knowing, the whisper of love in the caress of our
Attention, the wee spirited thoughts of them that manifest the hours they feel
Beloved, deep in their bones, they will know the honor of loves might. It is how
We listen, without bias, without self, how we can know them, how they feel
Understood, seen, and significant. It is our willingness to dance to their
Fiddler, to see the mountain from the other side. So we too will learn what love
Really is; a seed, a promise, made with each rising sun.

For the Body:


5 c. Flour
5 tsp. Soda
2 tsp. Salt
2 tsp. Allspice
15 oz. Raisin bran
3 c. Sugar

Mix above ingredients. Add: 1 c. Oil 1 qt. Buttermilk 2 tsp. Vanilla Mix well.
Butter muffin tins well and fill 3/4 full. Bake at 375 degrees for 20 minutes.
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