This is a memory from 10 or more years ago. I was checking into a Dublin hotel and it was packed with students and teachers all packed in for the Young Scientists Exhibition in the RDS. 

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Cross quarter day. Between Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox. Festival of Imbolg.

The landscape is a metaphor for my interior weather. Spring is the recurring moment when the Cosmos in its material existence is touched, and enveloped by the tenderness of Being.

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A memory of the child as she dreamed her way into life.

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That first thing that I ever bought for the child. A cot. And how time flies.

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My winter landscape is always metaphor for my interior weather. What happens in the winter to the world around me is what happens to my soul. And I make the journey with faith. So that when the spring comes I can see the daffodils, and feel the growth of spirit on the inside. This is the last podcast of winter 20/21. 

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Just another very short kind of prose poem. I was trying to capture that sense of loss I felt at a time in my life when I bade farewell to institutional religion.

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This is a kind of poem. About those forests. It was my first sense of the sacred. Simple as that. And then came the life of the altar boy. But what the church was reaching to express, was already in the trees in all their glory.

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a special meditation for dark days.  my own personal take on happiness and meaning. Happiness is for the young, and meaning is for the wise. But in between times can be difficult for all of us. This is a long wandering meditation, like a love letter, scattering memories from the road, the long road we're all on, wandering, and uncertain, sometimes without compass or balance, until eventually we find the joy.

I try to talk about how I came home when I opened up the little box of religious tricks.  And how it's ok to be down, because it's your own unique universe. And because everyone has their own unique box of tricks. 

The key is that you are here. I am here. We're all being here in the one amazing moment; on the edge of spring. 

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I know many people have lost loved ones during the past nine months so I just wanted to do something special in remembrance of them. I didn't know what to do, until I found something I wrote a few years ago and I thought it might be appropriate to share it now. 

  

This is an extra audio post, and the usual weekend audio will be posted in the morning. Have a lovely weekend. Winter is almost over. The new spring begins on Brigids' day, Imbolg, which I'm looking forward to, and the podcast will be singing that song next week. 

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A woman in Belarus said that to me one day. I love the idea. We are able to change. There is no limit to what we can do. Because beneath all our attachments, we are as full of bliss as a blue sky is full of space.

I begin here with a story about the General. And then I go on to talk about the idea of change. How we are capable of changing. Me; I'm trying to learn a bit of Irish. It's. a new year resolution. What about you? Maybe the new year is a good time to think of what you're capable of. 

The picture was taken in Mongolia with the Panchen Otrul Rinpoche. I told him I was never on a horse before. So he said, get up on this one now. And so I did. But mind you, it was a very small horse. Poor creature, having to put up with me.

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