The Golden Rule

Do to others as you would have them do to you.

The Golden Rule.

I love you even though you may not love me.

I take care of you even though you may despise me.

Allow me to enter the gate.

While you have slandered my name in public,

and, told me you hate me to my face,

I fear not.

I love you.

When people chose idle gossip,

to ruminate about my choices

as a distraction to their own life.

I love you.

Allow me to enter the gate.

When you cast me aside as a friend

when I am no longer

needed or necessary to you.

I love you.

Do to others as you would have them do to you.

I forgive you.

The Golden Rule.

Open the gate.


I struggle.

It captures me.

It spins me around and around.

I want it to stop.

But, it seems nearly impossible.

The moment I surface,

is the moment it plunges my head back underwater.


I want it to stop.

The waves crash over me,

I gulp for air,

I scream for help.

I speak my truth.

The moment I surface,

is the moment it swallows me whole.


I struggle.

I fight.

I see the daylight above.

The waves keep crashing.

I cannot get air.



I admit I am a compulsive overeater.  When food takes hold, it is for reasons of protection.  A way to deal and cope with feelings of insecurity, frustration, anger, or low self-esteem.  I have used this method as a way to cope with my husband’s death.  

For those struggling with a food addiction, the above is the best way of describing how it feels internally at times – like a losing battle with a demon.  

This is how I feel right now – my reality.  While the sun can be shining outside, inside, it is bleak and dark. Like a barren desert landscape or drowning in a vast sea.

Until you unearth the deep rooted cause, you will not stop it.  This is my truth.

I am home

My being exists

inside and beyond.

Your being exists

inside and beyond.

The being intermingles

in a web of trust and


Wrought by time and richness.

Spirits flow in unity.

Held in beauty and light.

Awakening to the eye.

Beyond time and definition.

In eternal and ancient union.

One comes home.

I have arrived.

You have arrived.

Exist no longer.


“May my soul smile in the embrace of my anam cara” — John O’Donahue, A Blessing for Death.

After urging from my friend Lisa (thank you!) to read Anam Cara by John O’Donahue, I finished it cover to cover last night.  The wisdom of the Celtic Spiritual tradition just left me with such deep inner peace and knowing.  It is making me rethink my decision not to go to Ireland this fall again.

This is my final reflection on the whole of my readings of Anam Cara and a morning offering to guide your day.


The great giver and the great thief.

“Linger awhile, for you are so beautiful.”

Stay with me

in this moment.

Don’t let it pass

so quickly.

Time is the great giver

and the great


On such a day,

I want it to float on and on,


But, surely

as day marches into the night,

it doesn’t.

Time is the great giver

and the great


All comes to end

as surely as the sun

rises and sets.

For this moment,

let me languish in the present

for it is beautiful here.

Let me linger for a while,

until the light edges from the sky.

You are so beautiful.

The great thief comes

as daylight ebbs into twilight.

Releasing me from this one perfect, beautiful





Faust – “Stay for a while, for you are so beautiful.”


Fast, faster.

Things move fast, faster.

Expectations abound.

What can we get done in the minutes that we have today?

Fast, faster.

Time keeps ticking.

How effective and efficient can you be?

What can you do in the time you have in between the next thing?

Fast, faster.

I grow weary of all that I must accomplish

in the time I have been given.

Fast, faster.

I can’t seem to keep up with the demands of today

yet, I am expected to.

Fast, faster.

Where is the wonder, the questioning,

the growth?

Time, I don’t have time for that.

The second-hand keeps moving.

Fast, faster.

I don’t have time even for my own self.

I am drowning in a sea of time

with an undercurrent set by modern


Fast, faster.

In the infinite pause

Deep within lies a hidden silence.

My friend, stop and listen to

the space

in between what I have said and what I have left unsaid.

What I really mean to say is never said


it lies

hanging in the infinite pause

left unspoken.

In a rush to speak,

I know you feel you must but don’t.

Stop and listen.

Listen to the pause of what is between

the words

and you shall know

the secrets my soul

that have yet to be revealed

in the infinite pause.

In great solitude

Deep inside lies a new person.

A whole person.

Stop, listen.

Deep inside lies a belonging.

A place of no time or space.

Stop, listen.

Deep inside lies a Holy place.

A belonging to divinity.

Stop, listen.

Deep inside lies redemption.

A transfiguration.

Deep inside in great solitude

is bliss.

Stop, listen.