Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart

I stumbled on this today:


Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about their religion;
respect others in their views,
and demand that they respect yours.

Love your life,
perfect your life,
beautify all things in your life.
Seek to make your life long and of service to your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day
when you go over the great divide.

Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a stranger if in a lonely place.
Show respect to all people, but grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the light,
for your life and strength.
Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living.
If you see no reason for giving thanks,
the fault lies in yourself.

When your time comes to die, be not like those
whose hearts are filled with fear of death,
so that when their time comes they weep and pray
for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.
Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.


- Chief Tecumseh, Shawnee Nation Statesman

thanks to thehappinessproject,
[In search of the secret to never-ending happiness]

le bon mot du jour: {yes}

Of course there is no formula for success except perhaps an unconditional acceptance of life and what it brings.

- Arthur Rubinstein

night rounds

{Dear Lord, i've awoken on this cold, windy night with a very present memory of  how hard it  can  be to stay warm on a night like this. Please, Abba, be with your children who are sleeping outside tonight. who have nowhere else,  but the street to call home. especially, G-d the families with children. wherever they are. in all those just out of sight places, or in their cars, may this prayer fall like a blanket and comfort all about them, may it warm them, miraculously, and give them peace}

everything, everything.

{everything, everything.
is here to help you}

{Blessed Solstice}

{Midwinter Prayer}

God of all creation
of bare forest and low northern skies
of paths unknown and never to be taken
of bramble, sparrow and damp, dark earth


We thank you for loss, for the breaking of the dimming year
We thank you for light, even in its seeming midwinter failing
We thank you for life, for its hope and resistance
like a seed dying and living


{Amen}

- Rachel Mann
the Iona Community


[art by Sulamith Wulfing]

[after the unraveling]

i am pouring myself into
weaving a beautiful new

{love, bless your coming.
love, bless your going.
and the sky. will kiss
each step.
heart, believe.
you will be whole. and
i will see that bright day, and
smile.}