I stood at the back of the funeral room.
Very still.
Black dress. Black coat.
It’s cold.
Purposely alone.
Ears closed.
Not wanting to hear
the tirade of sweet lies.
The Great Death—poem
Love’s Longing: Healing Heartache
Much of our heartache comes not from other people but from our expectations of others and what we feel they should bring into our lives. If other people truly caused our heartaches, we would have little power to heal our hurt. Healing would primarily be left to the passage of time. Even then, the big heartaches could easily be reignited.
It’s no point arguing with the heart. It doesn’t help to talk reason. The heart doesn’t even hear. It doesn’t know that language. It is instinctive—for good and bad. Whereas the mind will try and patiently think through the reasonableness of any situation, the heart is powerless to do so. The heart is all feeling and flows from a great line of experiences and expectations, both remembered and forgotten.
Continue reading “Love’s Longing: Healing Heartache”Can You Not Remember?—poem
When did this brutality grow?
Can you not remember?
Go back to the place where you left that man dying.
This time you must bring him back with you.
I see you in my dreams.
Your face is edged with battle.
I touch your forehead from a distant land.
Settle, settle, peace, peace.
The Great Death—poem
I stood at the back of the funeral room.
Very still.
Black dress. Black coat.
It’s cold.
Purposely alone.
Ears closed.
Not wanting to hear
the tirade of sweet lies.
Peaceful Centre
A balanced, inner calmness radiates from a peaceful centre. It neither craves others’ approval nor rejects others’ presence. It neither pulls towards nor pushes away. It has a reverent attitude towards life and all its inhabitants. It has compassion for the inevitable weaknesses of the human condition. It has nothing to gain from others’ approval. It is not self-seeking. It is not needy, grabbing or manipulative. It embodies gracious respect for everything beautiful including other human souls. It has a lively freedom, a happy composure, a quick and engaging wit, and an intelligent, interested, and interesting mental attitude.
Continue reading “Peaceful Centre”The Flame Ignites
I had resigned myself to the idea that dancing, for me, would be an unfulfilled yearning. In my mid-twenties, I told myself I was too old for dancing and should transfer all such longings into a more suitable outlet. The dancing flame was buried, and I took up the violin. Playing the violin was enjoyable enough, but I wasn’t a musician. I was a dancer.
Continue reading “The Flame Ignites”
Donna Goddard 