Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Make It A Gift


Eleanor,
Here you are with your new little sister Lucy. She is just one day old in this picture.
You are the only one in this sister group who knows what it is like to be the younger sister and the older sister. So you know something that neither Alice nor Lucy will ever know.
I pray you turn that into a gift.

Love,
Papa

Saturday, September 16, 2017

UNDERSTANDING THE CLASSROOM


ELEANOR,

Here's some wisdom from Hafiz, as you venture out to learn.



Understanding the Classroom

Interesting the classroom where God says,

"Forget all that you think you know about me."

That way some real knowledge might dawn.


Love,
Papa

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Questions You Must Answer


Eleanor,
Jesus said, "I am the way..."

What do you think that means?

Love,
Papa

Sunday, April 2, 2017

YOU AND NOBODY ELSE









Why do we have to spend our lives striving to be something we would never want to be, if we only knew what we wanted? Why do we waste our time doing things which, if we only stopped to think about them, are just the opposite of what we were made for?

James Martin. Becoming Who You Are: Insights on the True Self from Thomas Merton and Other Saints (Christian Classics) (Kindle Locations 178-180). Kindle Edition. 

Eleanor,
A tree does not have to figure out what kind of tree it is. It is the tree it was made to be.
But we humans have to TAKE THE TIME to discover our true selves.
This is part of the work of the spiritual life.
Don't waste your time being what you are not.
Don't waste your life being what you think others want you to be.

Be You!
And God will smile!

Love,
Papa

Monday, February 20, 2017

Your Birthday Party - Happy Four Years Old

Eleanor,

Here you are celebrating your birthday at four years old. I read a poem this morning during my meditation time that made me think of you and your celebration this past weekend. I was reminded that the further we get from the womb of our birth, the more we probably forget where we came from. We lose our divine eyes and everything seems separate from us. But even though we may be unaware, God's presence is always with us and wishes to work through us. We can't get away from God but we can forget.

Here is Hafiiz:

It is possible that just a drop of dye from
a vial the Friend holds could change the color
of the ocean.

I know I have talked about this in different poems,
this basic concept,

but I will now say it from a slightly different
angle in case that first arrow I shot completely
missed.

The presence of a Perfect One reaches a seed that is planted in you,

and from that divine warmth, God will lose His
shyness, thaw as it were, and no matter what now,

no matter what you do, the sacred will begin to
grow inside. The color of your ocean will change.

The drop of holy water, the needed dye, has
touched your forehead,

the air did that to you at birth, as did the first
hands that touched you,

and the soft walls--so many times---of your
Mother's womb you lay against.

Love you,
Papa

Thursday, January 26, 2017

READING BOOKS - DO IT!









"Reading is the best way I know to learn how to examine your life. By comparing what you've done to what others have done, and your thoughts and theories and feelings to those of others, you learn about yourself and the world around you. Perhaps that is why reading is one of the few things you do alone that can make you feel less alone; it's a solitary activity that connects you to others."

FROM:

Books for Living

Sunday, November 27, 2016

HAPPY THANKSGIVING LOVELY LADIES


Here we all are ladies.
My gift to you all this thanksgiving 2016 was to teach all of you one of Papa's holy words.

SILENCE

You probably won't remember this but, on this day we visited the Elf Village up in the North Carolina mountains. Above is a picture of us in one of Santa's Sleighs he loaned out for the occasion.
This little elf village also had a very small chapel with just enough room for all of us to enter.
We all entered that chapel and participated in a moment of being silent together, practicing one of Papa's holy words together.

That was your Thanksgiving gift to me.

Thank you for that!

St. John of the Cross writes:

Carve out a day every week,
or an hour a day,
or a moment each hour, 
and abide in loving silence with the Friend.
Feel the frenetic concerns of life in the world
fall away,
like the last leaves of autumn being lifted from the tree in the arms of zephyr.
Be the bare tree.

Love,
Papa