If I were ...

If I were an olive, I'd definitely be an acquired taste!  
There is a hardness that has been touched and moved around and pulled out from within me ... for the most part and on more days than not just now ... leaving a gaping hole right through the center of me for the Spirit of Love to pour God's Self into and to change and to move through.  I think maybe I'm seeking the "soft" red pimento of LOVE to fill my inner space ... perhaps that IS what moderates the taste ... 

Come moderate me, Sweet Mother God.  Amen.

And yet ... as I continue to contemplate this olive that is me so interesting, I am noticing that I originally chose a very commercially processed image for myself.  However, as I continue to sit with this image of the olive, I suddenly remember the ancient healing properties of the olive ... pressed into oil that pours upon the body and into the soul.   Gently I feel the intimacy of being so lovingly massaged and molded ... and I notice that I am no longer empty but filled to overflowing ... with love and light.  

"Command the people of Israel to bring you pure oil of pressed olives  for the light, to keep the lamps burning continually."  Exodus 27:20

Spirit of Hope, massage me and mold me into a vessel of Light and Healing.  Amen.

Take a moment to journal and create ... 
Let you imagination go and try it!  
Close your eyes, take a deep breath, "if I were ..."
Journal as long as it takes to go where you need to go.
Comment and share your ponderings.

peace be with you ...

Mahatma Gandhi said, "Be the change you want to see in the world."

I want to BE the PEACE I want to SEE in the World

With each breath I inhale, I want to breathe peace into my own heart

With each breath I exhale, I want to breath Peace into the World

Sept 21 is the International Day of PEACE.  How will you welcome peace in your world?

Shalom!

See Overcoming Violence.Org

International Day of Prayer for Peace: Each year on 21 September the World Council of Churches calls churches and parishes to observe the International Day of Prayer for Peace. 21 September is also the United Nations-sponsored International Day of Peace.

I'm gonna to start livin' like an Angel!

Image & Poetry © Cindy Serio 2011

I'm gonna start livin' like an Angel

Caring deeply ...

for all God's Creation

Gently appearing ...

as a Messenger of Peace

Humbly announcing ...

"Fear Not!  God is with you!

My Shadow, My Self

Collage and Poetry © Cindy Serio 2011

My Shadow, My Self

Touched Deep Within

Scattered Emotions

On the Edge

Touched Deep Within

Don't you want to Know me?

On the Edge

Tenderness Unexpected!

Don't you want to Know me?

Scattered Emotions

Tenderness Unexpected!

My Shadow, My Self

Haiku 4

Image and haiku © Cindy Serio 2011

summer mushrooms wild

exploding red-orange orb

beautiful reveal

Haiku 3

Image and haiku © Cindy Serio 2011

summer drought brings death

brown leaves crumbling decay dust

 earth welcomes gently

Haiku 2

Image and haiku © Cindy Serio 2011

Summer Rain Drops Fall

Deep Pink Flowers Fragrant Sweet

Drink Deeply Grace-Full

Haiku

Image and haiku © Cindy Serio 2011

the summer sun shines

unfolding petals covered

with specks of pollen

Haiku is a form of Japanese nature poetry.  A haiku written in English is written in 3 lines with 17 syllables with a pattern of 5-7-5. 

Like a Willow Tree

Like a Willow Tree, I am
Planted in the good, kind earth
Bending in the gusty wind
Inhaling the breath of God



Perched on my
long flowing branches
assorted birds of many colors…
red birds happy
Singing God’s praises
yellow birds hungry
Singing for their supper
blue birds wounded
singing no more

Dragonfly Dragonfly
I see you duck
Dragonfly Dragonfly
I see you dart
In and out
Out and about
come quickly to keep me company
then quickly you’re off to light on another

Why O Why, dear Spirit
do I so often feel like
an ugly tree weed
out of place, armed and ready
for someone to cut me down
toss me out, rip me up
from my tender home in the good, good earth

Weeping, Weeping
Like a Willow Tree I am!

©July 2004, rewritten June 2011

Remembering Mom on Mother's Day

Mom ... Dad, my brothers, my sister, and little me!

“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.” - Rajneesh

So ... what happens when a mother dies?

We miss you, Mom ...