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A MEMORIAL POEM

This winter I was asked for something to read at the memorial of a teenage boy who had taken his own life.  I could hardly imagine the agony of his family and friends.  This is the poem that came through for me.  Weeks later, I received a thank you in the mail with a lovely box of tea.  I printed out the last verse of the poem for a sympathy card, and people have responded well.  This has given me confidence to offer it here.  I hope it is healing and helpful for anyone who needs it.

Memorial Poem

This is what grief looks like:
the tide has gone out,
farther than the eye can see,
pulling with it every ship,
the sun, and every single wave;
stealing hopes, plans, agreements,
and a thousand precious things;
leaving a shattered seabed of
lost shells, secret wishes, dying reeds
and impossible questions…

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And there is the feeling that
life will remain emptied, slack like this,
much longer than we can bear…
How could the ocean return
and moonlight shimmer upon it?
We pray one day to drag our courage
to the ravaged and restless shoreline,
face the horizon, looming,
and find ourselves
opening, reaching,
calling beyond our mourning.
We pray life responds, gently urging,
This one we love has moved on,
yet somehow we are not finished.

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Love grows the heart. So does sadness.

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Within each of us, a warm harbor
of memories, visions, sorrows and joys.
Where light breaks on distant waves,
gulls glide above the incoming sea,
and the soul of our loved one is whispering,
Fear not. Carry on. I am with you…
I am grateful. I am loved. And I’m free.

~Ingrid Goff-Maidoff

p.s.  I seem to have to put a ~ in between verses so that the blog doesn’t squish them together…

magic is the word that comes to mind

The girls had not met before, but they instantly knew they were friends.  My sister’s grand daughter and my neice (both nearly 4 years old) were happy to take hands and head down the trail where I had promised to show them my magical place by the stream.

When we got there, they climbed on the big rock that resides beside the path.

They looked for fish from the bridge.

And then they said, “now we want to see the frogs.”

“Oh dear”, I said, “I’ve never seen a frog around here, but if you come to this bench I’ve placed by this tree, I will show you where I have hidden a tiny Buddha in its trunk.”

They climbed on the bench and we all looked behind it into the tree….and there…sitting on the Buddha… was a frog!

I couldn’t get a picture that was in focus… perhaps because I was so surprised…

My take-away?  To live more in a state of wonder….more ready for surprise.

beautiful, fresh, magical

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Saraswati, Goddess of poetry, the River of Eloquence, generosity of spirit…roses, honeysuckle, strawberries in a bowl…

A few friends have been gathering with me on Thursday mornings to write; to share reflections on what it feels like to be a channel- to open up for something that wants to come through.

This morning, Kimberly talked about a retreat she recently led- how people came, dropped their bags of daily tasks, and dove gently into the sacred.  She reflected, smiling a big smile- sparks of joy in her eyes, “Everyone has such a beautiful, fresh, magical spirit inside.”

Yes. Indeed. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Invitation:

Who are you when you put down your bag of daily tasks?  Have you felt your own beautiful, fresh, magical spirit lately?

xx

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“real poetry is to live a beautiful life”~ Basho

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I met two beautiful souls at the artisan’s fair this weekend who told me that they would like to write poems but they have no time- they are simply too busy and working too hard.  I confessed to sometimes using this excuse myself.

Here is an invitation:

Basho, the 17th century Japanese poet, said, “Real poetry is to live a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.”

If we are not writing poems, are we living, at least, a beautiful life?  Or is the mind too occupied with struggle and striving?  What are we struggling and striving toward? Is it a day when we might finally relax, breathe, look around at what is beautiful, and write a few words of gratitude and praise?  Let’s do that now.

In the morning, tell yourself, “I am living a life which is now abundant with moments in which I may relax, breathe, see the beautiful, give thanks and praise- every day.  It is so.  This is my life.”

At first, small moments will reveal themselves – like little flashes of light, or a bird’s song rising suddenly nearby.  Then you will begin to sense that these moments may widen into longer pockets of time.  Eventually there will be days of beauty, gratitude, praise…maybe even a poem or two will come.  Nothing much has changed, except you have tuned your attention.  You are noticing a little more, receiving life into your life.

Joseph Campbell taught, “Eternity is a dimension of the here and now.” You begin to notice that  Eternity has been revealing itself all along.  Now you are remembering that you are in it- breathing it, admiring, enjoying.  Life itself is the poem.

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More Joy in the Joy Box

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I was inspired this week to create a mini folding altar to tuck within the Joy Box.  With beautiful pictures, and favorite passages for centering the heart in Joy, it’s a sweet and lovely addition to the inspiration you’ll find inside.

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New And Beautiful

It’s been a busy time in the studio!  Here’s a sampling of what’s hot off the press, from my heart to yours.

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~Joy, Light, Beautiful Wisdom ~
Selected passages to fill your heart with Joy.

 

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JOY BOXES with 108 fortune sized inspirations


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Mermaids and Muses Card set

 

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Soul Cards, 20 inspirational post cards

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Lotus Pendant in Gift Box

If you like what you see, here’s the link to the shopping page for what’s New and Beautiful.

Living in the Radiance

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(I have always sensed, and I believe Jonah does as well, that we are two souls who are enjoying the experience of having this life together… this poem speaks to that intuition…)

Lovers in the Kitchen

 

We are living in the radiance, you and I.
We maneuver around each other’s bodies,
making soup in our little kitchen,
passing the cooking ware, the spices.
Our living is a dance.
Light spills off our elbows, our fingertips.
It hovers around our temples.
We know the spaciousness we’ve come from,
to which we will return.
Like waves
on the surface of the ocean,
we rise up, joyful, subside.
We never speak of this
yet we know well what we are.

~Ingrid Goff-Maidoff, Winter 2016

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New magical little book!

I was minding my own business this week when an enchanting little book of soul questions asked to be created.  Oh it’s such a treasure!  I put it in my pocket and carried it out on my walks and had to keep stopping to read it again and again. At 1 1/4 inches by 2, it’s a delight for those of us who know good things come in small packages.  It brims with beautiful questions that lead us back to the soul.

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There are 32 tiny pages, with 40 questions in all.

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These are delightful writing prompts… invitations for inquiry… conversation starters…

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Each page offers a powerful invitation and transmission…

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I’ve sewn the book with gold thread and left a loop so it could be hung as an ornament,
or even worn on a chain as a conversation starting pendant.

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CLICK HERE for the product Page for A Little Book of Soul Questions.

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