I love being here.
Climb a mountain, spread my arms wide open, lift my face up to the sky and scream: “Thank you God for this most amazing”. Run into the stream and feel the water on my skin as I splash with joy and scream: “Thank you God for this most amazing”. Sit in silence staring at the morning sun and say: “Thank you God for this … most amazing”
My mother. She never asked for anything for herself. she just got on with it. She never complained, never gossiped about others, I have never heard her saying anything bad about anybody else. She was happy being a wife and a mother. My mother was an angel.
By focussing on my breath, practicing active listening and recognizing the other as gift.
With respect. Respect for myself, respect for others, respect for the environment and respect for God.
That I can walk. God has healed my back and legs and I can walk without pain.
To love God, to pray the rosary, to be kind and gentle and to create beauty all around us.
When I give of my time, my talents, interests, my money, my prayers and myself. The generosity of spirit springs from being rooted in God. The self is self-centred and cares about the self only but allowing God to live in and through me changes all of that to become more open, more trusting and more generous.
Children are not born racists. They see everybody through clear eyes and not tainted by conditioning of ideas. Children are just themselves and do not put up pretenses. Children are spontaneous, joyful and honest.
Oh! where do I start? My great hero is Thomas Merton. I read his book ” Learning to love” every year and every year I float away on his words into the greatness of love. Maximum Kolbe my great hero of free speech and what it means to have courage. Maya Angelou and her great poem “Still I rise” teaches me about perseverance in spite of the odds that are stacked against me … William Blake teaches me about heavenly beings – all the angels and saints. T...
Oh! where do I start? My great hero is Thomas Merton. I read his book ” Learning to love” every year and every year I float away on his words into the greatness of love. Maximum Kolbe my great hero of free speech and what it means to have courage. Maya Angelou and her great poem “Still I rise” teaches me about perseverance in spite of the odds that are stacked against me … William Blake teaches me about heavenly beings – all the angels and saints. The archangel Michael, the archangel Gabriel, the archangel, Raphael and the archangel Uriel. He saw them and drew them on large plates of Gold. Oh! how glorious.
MY greatest gift to the world is to be myself. to be what God has intended for me to be. For God to shine in and through me and for that inner fire to delight and warm those around me and those I come in contact with each day and each moment.
My school community, the small town where I have my home, my parish, the Cistercian community. Getting involved, sharing my talents and being open and accepting of all.
By honouring the breath … the breath of life in me is the same in the elephant in the African savanna, in the lion, in the beggar on the city street. The breath of GOD.
Giving of myself, my time and my emotions.
Looking for it attentively. Looking closely. Looking deeply.
I am creating a beautiful garden today with two of my classes here at St Dominic’s Catholic College
I have learned to live in hope that my life is in God’s hands and that if I allow Him to let something beautiful unfold for me it is far better than to cling on in desperation.
My husband and his presence in my life daily. I love him so much and I pray that I will appreciate his love and care every day more and more.
Love, caring and compassion from my beloved husband and friendship from my beloved friends.
Practice the presence of God and practice seeing God in all things and in all people.
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