Cloister of the Heart : Prayer Vigil

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Prayer Vigil

Prayers and the blessings of the Divine Mother

for Rebecca, my Heart friend.

You are in the embrace of the Mother's Sacred Heart.

May She keep you comfortable and safe throughout the operation

and recovery.

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Queenie BelieveJanuary 25, 2012 at 9:10 PM
Thoughts and prayers ascending for healing, peace and speeding recovery of Rebecca.
Always, Queenie
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foxysueJanuary 27, 2012 at 5:23 PM
"Every thought is a prayer" I'm thinking constantly of our dear friend Rebecca, sending healing energy over the ocean.

Thank you Hettienne

Sue x
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Hettienne GroblerJanuary 27, 2012 at 5:27 PM
Hi Sue, thank you for that beautiful reminder : every thought is a prayer : I will be using that often!
xx
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Ramesh SoodJanuary 27, 2012 at 5:54 PM
Rebecca is in my prayers and with love flowing from around the world,she would be fit and fine..thank you for this divine vigil..
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Crowing Crone JossJanuary 27, 2012 at 7:14 PM
May the angels watch over you, dear Rebecca, give you strength and comfort and healing graces from the Divine Mother.
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carol l mckennaJanuary 27, 2012 at 9:57 PM
Ever watching you ~ healing light being sent ~ angels healing you ~namaste, carol (A Creative Harbor)
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rebeccaJanuary 29, 2012 at 5:08 PM
dear everyone,

i am so taken with each offering of light and beauty. this has been an incredibly difficult time for me and i know i could never do this alone. thank you for such beauty and your dear prayers.
i am working so hard at returning to life, certainly your love brightens the way.
i am eternally grateful for your prayers and compassion.
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My life as a Pilgrim to sacred places

Pilgrimage and sacred ritual is my foremost spiritual practise. Raised Dutch Reformed Protestant, the rich lustre of sacred and holy places offered a well of inspiration for my parched soul. My travels have taken me to many different religions, cultures and traditions. You will see on the internet that I have written on many aspects of the spiritual journey. Until I came into contact with the mystical side of Christianity. My first ritual I attended was the festival of Archangel Michael in Mont Sant'Angelo in Italy, then visiting Padre Pio. Then followed walking the pilgrimage of Bridgid, the sacred well and labyrinth in Kildare, Ireland. And that is when my art appeared in the form of paintings. Ritual grounded in the knowing of the unconscious, awakens us from the dream of habitual seeing and thinking. The conscious mind lacks the ability or maybe the neural pathway to communicate the new-found wisdom intellectually, and thus the expression through art steps in. Well, that is only my experience and understanding, of course. But I had not been an artist till I participated in sacred ritual.

My stay at Lourdes and participating in the rituals daily, turned me into a full time artist.

When one participates in a ritual (probably any ritual, but when you regard it as sacred, you add a certain 'light' to it) you are transported into a different time and space : colors are different; the light is different; everything has meaning and the ordinary become extra-ordinary. My art novena for Lourdes in particular, highlights my statement that our lives are the altar to the Divine and I strive to capture that numinosity of the sacred ritual in my photographs and altars. I only started creating sacred altars on my return from Lourdes. These small shadowboxes are vignettes, a moment in time in the life of ordinary human beings, lifted out of the mundane into the numinous, merely by seeing life as sacred.

Wisdom of Oscar Wilde

“It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such an inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack of style. They affect us just as vulgarity affects us. They give us an impression of sheer brute force, and we revolt against that. Sometimes, however, a tragedy that possesses artistic elements of beauty crosses our lives. If these elements of beauty are real, the whole thing simply appeals to our sense of dramatic effect. Suddenly we find that we are no longer the actors, but the spectators of the play. Or rather we are both. We watch ourselves, and the mere wonder of the spectacle enthralls us.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

"In an old song the Mother sings: 'My sleeping is my dreaming, my dreaming is my thinking, my thinking is my wisdom.' She is the bed we are born in, in which we sleep and dream, where we are healed, love and die. In her wisdom we remember day's broken images and carry them down into dreams where their motions roll into shadows and root, growing into stories." ~Meinrad Craighead

Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. ~Rumi

I am the mother of fair love and of respect and of knowledge and of holy hope. In me is all grace of the way and of the truth; in me is all hope of life and of virtue - Ecclesiasticus 24:24.

OPEN FLOWER

Near your breastbone there is an
Open Flower.
Drink the honey that is all around that flower.
Waves are coming in:
There is so much magnificence near the ocean!
Listen: Sound of big seashells!
Sound of bells!
Kabir says: Friend, listen this is what I have to say:
The guest I love is inside me!
~Kabir

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