The Trial by Existence


” Even the bravest that are slain

Shall not dissemble their surprise

On waking to find valor reign,

Even as on earth, in paradise;

And where they sought without the sword

Wide fields of asphodel fore’er.

To find that the uttmost  reward

Of daring should be still to dare.

The light of heaven falls whole and white

and is not shattered into dyes,

The light for ever is morning light;

The hills are verdured pasture-wise;

The angel hosts with freshness go,

And seek with laughter what to brave;

And binding all is the hushed snow

Of the far-distant breaking wave.

And from a cliff-top is proclaimed

The gathering of the souls for birth,

The trial of existence named,

The obscuration upon earth.

And the slant spirits trooping by

In streams and cross-and counter-streams

Can but give ear to that sweet cry For its suggestion of what dreams!”

—-Robert Frost

” He [Robert Frost] has bequeathed his nation a body of imperishable verse from which Americans will forever gain joy and understanding.”  —-John F. Kennedy

I believe there is an abundance of love and hope in this world. Bring it with you on your journey.

Celtic woman

Celtic woman

Faith of the heart


Let the words wash over your heart and soul.

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Amongst all the beautiful comments and good wishes for the coming launch, a friend sent me this. As usual, because of the sentiment behind it, I ended up tissue in hand.

Of course, the lyrics have meaning for me on many levels, from the adventure now beginning, to seeing my son and his little Faith taking their own path towards a future together, having themselves faced so many trials. Yet they move forwards, hand in hand, in love and with a laughing grace that warms my heart.

Yesterday, after the eviction of the flying mammoth and the spider, I sat on my son’s bed and, as it is wont to do, the conversation turned from the lunacy we share in laughter to more serious thoughts. We spoke of the nature of love and what it means for each of us. I will not go into detail. Suffice it to…

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I Heard a Slight Rustle Within the Silence


It is the middle of the night and I awoke thinking about the horror and devastation of today. My heart is breaking over the continued violence. Then as I was sitting, I heard a small sound in the quiet of the night, the black black night. I knew it to be the sound of angel wings moving as the angels moved to provide love, comfort and strength to all those involved.

My heart felt uplifted and I knew that here is hope, love, compassion and kindness in this world. Each of us are a symbol of them.

We are thinking of you. Prayers continue to rise up to the heavens. Blessings to all.

We are thinking of you.
Prayers continue to rise up to the heavens. Blessings to all.