Visiting the castle (tower) was magnificent. Every window had a view. Perhaps there will be a festival there one day, with costumes, music, food…
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Poetry, Soul Wisdom, Books and Gifts for Tending Joy, Touching the Divine, and Bringing the Sacred Home...
Visiting the castle (tower) was magnificent. Every window had a view. Perhaps there will be a festival there one day, with costumes, music, food…
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Ivan Granger posted this hopeful youtube offering at Poetry Chaikhana earlier this week. Don Alverto Taxo, a Quichua elder and Iachak (community leader/healer) from Equador, invites us all to trust the universal human intuition to bring greater harmony into our lives, and to seek after life’s deeper meaning. I appreciate his message, but also love the music in the background; the children playing; the sheep; the gorgeous green landscape. This is visually beautiful and spiritually uplifting.
The beautiful innocence of the children in the video made me think of this poem.
in my village
holiness was everywhere
like oxygen like breath
it sparked and it hummed
birdsong in the trees
we children carried our joy
down the long road to the schoolhouse
all day it grew inside us
big like hungry flowers
when evening arrived like a blanket
we danced in the dark by our lights
while our parents talking and cooking
laughing rang the bell
giving thanks around the table
we’d pause for eternal half-fullness
breaking bread and stealing kisses
between sips of sweet autumn wine
and sometimes it rained in my village
and we opened the windows to listen
to the fertile music sound of it
telling stories by the fire
then marveling at the splendid
sheer distance of the starlight
we’d ask for vivid dreams
to bless us in our beds
in my village my village
in my village…
~Ingrid Goff-Maidoff
from What Holds Us, New and Selected Poems
Here’s another irresistible video:
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Today I am rejoicing in fragrance. In the studio, lilies fill the air with heady sweetness. In the kitchen, the orange tree is in bloom, and the jasmine. Last night, my nose stayed awake to the fragrance of Easter Lilies.


The other day my daughter Rose flitted from Easter Lily to Orange blossoms , expressing giddy intoxication and delight and fullness and joy. She swept up her skirt and did a little dance. “Who needs drugs with natural intoxicants like these?” she asked. I jumped at the chance to mention that God, too, is an intoxicant. Today I am lightheaded, each breath a kind of bliss. This is from the fragrance, I know, but also from a beautiful walk I had this morning.

There were ominous clouds ahead, but I headed out anyway. I have been been savoring these words of Saint Teresa of Avila, “Just these two words He spoke changed my life, ‘Enjoy Me.’” And I have been sensing of late that there is nowhere that God is not. God is in the fragrance of the flowers, in the Stone beneath the Holly Tree that invited me to pause for stillness- to rest in a pocket of eternity. God is in the Cypress tree that stands bold like a flame in the field nearby. God is in the water, the cakes, the young woman I meet at the cafe. I believe that Teresa of Avila also said that prayer was being on terms of friendship with God. I have been feeling this friendship of late- with God, with life, and also with myself. The Buddhist Teacher Pema Chodron teaches that Maitri is being a friend to yourself; being able to relax with yourself, and that it is the basis of compassion, and a seed of happiness and well being. This week I am feeling that.
(If the word ‘God’ is troubling for you, I hope you can find it in your heart to substitute a deeper meaning: Infinite Love, The Divine, Spirit, The Energy of Life. Sometimes I use the words Friend, Beloved, even Home. Try as I may, I always come back to God.)
I hope you, dear friends, are enjoying such friendship as well: with Life, with yourself, with those you meet. And I wish you every Joy in the coming days.
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Here are some new souvenirs from the The Landscape of Joy. The Landscape of Joy is my own name for the Heart Realm, The Compassion Realm ~ the place we hold within that is of oneness, love, light, truth, bliss, the spirit- which we can return to at any time for nurturing, and which we can carry into the world.
This week I was shown a vision of my little shop as a souvenir shop, much like one you would cross through on your way into a museum or a botanical garden. I took this vision further, and as I recently had a guest exclaim she felt she had tumbled into heaven on her visit here, I imagined my shop full of books and gifts just outside of the entrance to the realm of the heart( my heart, your heart, the spiritual center in us all). And then I thought, why Ingrid, why on the edge, why not plunk yourself right down into the middle of it and live and work from there? And I realized that we were here all along, only I had forgotten.
And that’s what I make my poems and books and gifts for- for remembering. I have loved producing these new gifts, each an invitation, a remembrance, a doorway into Now…
Let’s start with the mini fold out accordion prayers: I’ve made fold-out accordions with lovely photographs on one side, and a prayer on the other. They are finished with ribbons and pretty cameos. They are perfect for an altar, a dashboard, a desk, or to give to a friend.

May all beings everywhere be free from suffering.
May all beings everywhere be fed.
May all beings everywhere know joy.
May all beings everywhere awaken
to the light of their true nature.
As mothers, we pray for a world of peace.
We pray for a world of joy.
We pray for the nourishment and safety of our children.
We pray for wonder, enthusiasm, goodness and truth;
For compassion, love, and kindness.
We pray for discipline and we pray for maturity.
We pray for courage and strength.
And we give thanks.
The way we live is the way we give thanks.
Let our lives be a dance of prayer and thanksgiving.
Lord,
Make me an instrument of thy peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon,
Where there is doubt, faith,
Where there is despair, hope,
Where there is darkness, light,
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
And it is in dying to the self
That we are born to eternal life.
And here’s a sweet spark for the imagination: If I Were A Fairy.

I’ve combined a whimsical poem with some favorite vintage fairy illustrations to make the sweetest little treasure book.
If I were a fairy…
I’d live in a summer garden with a lovely ocean view.
I’d drink honeysuckle nectar, and bathe in the morning dew.
I’d make as many memories as stars alight the sky.
I’d laugh when I was happy, and cry if I wanted to cry.
I’d ride on gentle breezes and flit from there to here.
And in winter when it freezes, I’d find a house of cheer
where children live and play and spill their sweet crumbs on the floor.
I’d build a nest beneath a bed, in a dolls house, or a drawer.
I’d be happy with those children, and peaceful on my own.
I’d be joyful all the seasons, and in love my whole life long.
~Ingrid Goff-Maidoff
And, last but not least… and not last for long, TWELVE WAYS TO GET HAPPY

I’ve used more wonderful vintage children’s illustrations, with colorful pick-me-up suggestions sure to turn around crankiness, boredom or ennui. With glitter accents and golden thread, this is 14 pages with an envelope for gifting.
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Beauty is Life when Life reveals its Holy face.
~Kahlil Gibran
Everything has beauty,
but not everyone sees it.
~Confucius
There is no creature that does not have a radiance. Be it greenness of seed, blossom or beauty, it could not be creation without it. To be a creature is to be brilliant, beautiful, and on fire.
~Hildegard of Bingen
When it comes to beauty, may we have a beholder’s eye; an infinite witness within, and the ability to see the splendor that exists at every turn. The more beauty we perceive, the more open our hearts will become, and that beauty beheld will venture in, until it lights our luminous souls, sings in our gorgeous ears, and dances like brilliant diamonds in our smiling and radiant eyes…Ingrid

The question is not what you look at,
but what you see.
~Henry David Thoreau
If the doors of perception were cleansed,
Everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
~William Blake
Here is my secret. It’s quite simple:
one sees clearly only with the heart.
Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.
–Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
The Divine Manifestation is ubiquitous,
Only our eyes are not open to it.
~Joseph Campbell
…Viewing the world with the eyes of the heart,
it is illumined by our own inner light…
~Ingrid Goff-Maidoff
…With an eye made quiet
by the power of harmony
and the deep power of joy,
we see into the life of things.
~William Wordsworth
…I realized that what had changed was not outside
in the trees and streams and birds, but inside me.
As the mystics say, I was seeing the world by the light within. Through years of dedicated endeavor, the lamp had been lit in the depths of my consciousness, and all of nature had assumed an indescribable splendor.
~Eknath Eswaren

What is beauty,
if not the light of
a joy filled heart?
~Ingrid Goff-Maidoff
Beauty will come in the dawn
And beauty will come with the sunlight.
Beauty will come to us from everywhere,
Where heaven ends, where the sky ends.
Beauty will surround us.
We will walk in beauty.
~Billy Yellow, Navajo Medicine Man
Though we travel the world over
to find the beautiful,
we must carry it with us
or we find it not.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Excerpted from the book, JOY, LIGHT, BEAUTIFUL WISDOM

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(I am re-posting this poem, as it is one of the themes of a women’s retreat this weekend
offered by MJ Bindu Delekta at Sacred Circle of Yoga. Click HERE for more information.)
Wherever you are, find a trail.

The sky is not falling for the cedar tree.
The Heron’s infinite blue world has not changed.
The marsh shows no signs
of Wall Street volatility.
Trees and grasses
are golden with the sun.
The ocean and sky still join
like lovers
here, now, and
on the horizon too.
The swan, content,
faces a gentle breeze.
The cormorant dives, resurfaces,
belly once again filled.
Follow that trail.
Find the bench, or stone
that waits for you there.

We must walk away sometimes
from the carnival of the world
to sit still and remember
what it is that holds us;
what, in us, is held.
~Ingrid Goff-Maidoff
(pictures are from the Nauset Marsh Trailin Eastham, MA near Brewster, where I went on retreat this weekend.)
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Thank you Jan Lundy, from Awake Is Good for telling me about this video. Watching it, I had to laugh at myself- because I recognized how dissatisfied and cranky I get when my mantra becomes, “what about me?” Thankfully, he offers a BEAUTIFUL remedy to this as well.
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I Love:
Walking along the wooded trail…
The slant of golden light across the farmer’s field…
How birds in the bare branches of a distant tree look like musical notes…
This world of form, of ten thousand things.

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One day when I was feeling agitated, my mind restless with worry and complaints, I went for a walk and asked, in a walking prayer, for guidance. The much needed suggestion that came to me was:
Listen
Admire
Give Thanks
& Bless
Each of these words offers a practice that helps bring us back into the full graciousness of the present moment.
To listen is to get quiet, give your weary mind a rest from all the nagging thoughts, be open for guidance and deeper wisdom, and to become spacious. I find that a solitary walk is one of the best ways for me to do this. Meditation and contemplative reading also help.
To admire is to focus on and rejoice in all that is good and beautiful and abundant and true. Imagine that you are looking through a camera- look for colors, textures and loving details, action shots, smiling portraits, expressions of humor, passion, tenderness and joy.
To give thanks is to channel the flowing energy of gratitude and prosperity back into your life. Give thanks for all you admire. Give thanks for the gifts you so often take for granted. Give thanks for the people in your life and all that they have to teach you. Give thanks for your socks – just give thanks. A lot.
And to Bless is to become an active, loving, unselfish, generous, caring, compassionate, and Joyful participant in the big world. Through blessings we invoke light and love and goodness. We bless through our work, our art, our words, and our intentions. This is a million times more useful than complaining, helping us to reclaim joy and restore a balance of peace and love to the world.
Try it for yourself. Listen. Admire. Give Thanks, and Bless.

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