4 July 2008    WE THE PEOPLE

Independence Day! 

When I was growing up,  the 4th of July was one of my favorite holidays.  Every year we invited all our cousins and scads of friends to join us for the day.  People began arriving in the morning, loaded down with beach towels and watermelons, and folks kept coming and going all day.  We gathered under the oak trees in the back yard, by the swing on the front porch, or down on the dock. We built sand castles, swam, sailed, fished, and waterskied.  Some folks stayed until dark -- more hot dogs and hamburgers!  -- and in the dusk, we'd all walk down the beach to Town Point to watch the fireworks across the water in town.

I remember those holidays not for the food or the fireworks -- although I love both --  but for all the people my family loved, young and old together, celebrating our right to gather freely and talk about anything we wanted.  We could -- and did --  speak about important issues, but as I recall, the easy flow of adult conversation was punctuated by children and teenagers double-daring each other towards one more silly adventure.

Yet we knew my father and most of his friends were veterans of World War II; Mother had immigrated to the United States.  My parents prized freedom fiercely.  They and their friends made sure, by example, that their children understood that the Declaration of Independence had changed the world.  

Today, as we celebrate Independence Day, while we enjoy picnics and fireworks, let's also reflect on the Preamble to the U.S. Constitution. In that one short paragraph,  perhaps the most liberating words in human history, We the People are asked to share responsibility for perfecting our union, for justice, tranquility, defense, general welfare, and the blessings of freedom. 

It's an election year.  VOTE!

22 June 2008  Small, Sweet Successes

Yesterday was the longest day of the year. 

A good thing, because my days lately are busy and full. I’m trying to reorganize my home office so that I can accomplish more. At the same time, I’m working to expand my speaking business. Last week I spent a couple of days traveling so I could speak to the St.Petersburg chapter of Business and Professional Women International and attend the final meeting of the 2008 Speakers Academy of the Central Florida chapter of the National Speakers Association, of which I am now a proud graduate! 

In St. Petersburg, over a lovely luncheon on Thursday, as the invited speaker, I listened in awe to the work the women in BPW-St. Pete are doing to improve their community. On Saturday I listened with humility and admiration as my peers in the Speakers Academy shared what they learned from hard work and our shared experience during the past ten months. I realized, once again, that we achieve much more in community than we can ever manage alone.

Yet many of us are afraid to ask for what we want, despite eternal wisdom that suggests we should ask for more, not less. You can learn more about the power of asking in success guru Jack Canfield’s book, The Aladdin Factor. You might also just practice asking for what you want. As Jesus himself said, “Knock and the door will be opened; ask and you shall receive.” 

I'm asking you to join me online for A Global Tea PartyTM  on Monday, June 23rd at 7 pm.  My guest this month is lawyer Kathleen Havener, who will discuss the hidden impact of domestic violence.  Ms. Havener is an experienced trial lawyer who focuses on commercial litigation. Along with her law practice, she currently serves the American Bar Association (ABA) as Co-Director of its Professional Division.  The former Co-Chair of the ABA's Woman Advocate Committee, Ms. Havener is passionately committed to gender, racial, and ethnic diversity, and she has argued for better protection against domestic abuse before appellate courts.

Every month I invite a special guest to my Global Tea PartyTM  to discuss his or her “area of magnificence.” Like Anne Frank, “Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.”   Please join me on the fourth Monday of each month at 7 pm ET for tea and conversation. Together we can keep making the world a better, happier place!    

4 June 2008  What Do You Love? 

How frantic are you? Do you ever get so busy that you forget what you really care about? When I let that happen, I become cranky and disorganized. If I let the situation fester, I grow resentful and unproductive, even about things I truly love.

Take food, for example. I enjoy simple, fresh food well prepared. I like elegant, complex dishes with rich, surprising flavors. I like the light smell of ripe watermelon, the tangy taste of greens, the surprising sweetness of fresh corn. I like the way food looks on the plate, particularly when someone has taken the time to prepare that plate with generosity and attention.   I love the way food feels in my mouth, and I adore a happy meal with family or friends.  

Yet sometimes I forget to eat. Don’t be thinking I’m a skinny-minny, either, because after I’ve ignored every pleasant thing around me too long, I foolishly eat whatever comes to hand, without appreciating the true gift good food can be. 

If you find yourself not paying attention to what you really care about, here’s an exercise to help you focus on what you love. Writers use it to add detail and texture to their writing, but it can also remind us what really matters. Of course, what you love may be different from what I love -- one of the finer things about being human!

Sit down with pen and paper and write a list of things, activities, or sensations that you absolutely love. Aim for a list of 25-- overachievers can try for 100!  Describe what you love with attention and detail. Enjoy the process!

Here are a few of my examples: 

1. Books! I love books! I love leather-bound books so small they fit in the small of my hand, with gilt-edged pages and worn spines from lots of readers. I love Elizabethan sonnets or the poems of John Donne, children’s books with pages scribbled in or torn, or a favorite romance, waiting to be taken down and re-read. I love new books too, with their crisp clean smell and promises of secrets.
2. Dark opals. Fire and ice. Mystery hidden within riches. Eternal change – and my birthstone! Lucky me!
3. Walking or sitting by the ocean, listening to the slow hiss of waves on sand, watching the water roll up toward my feet and then recede, taking my cares away with it. 

The next time you feel even slightly overwhelmed, try this little exercise. It may help you smile and focus on what you really love. If you’re smart and a bit lucky, it might also help you return more of what you love to your life. 

By the way, I love to hear from folks who read my blog! Be sure to sign in and share what you really love. I’ll post some of your comments!

20 May 2008  Invitation to the Memorial Day Tea Party

Memorial Day began after the American Civil War as a way to remember and honor the war dead. As noble as that aim is, I can’t overlook the horrible effects of war wherever it occurs. This year I’m celebrating Memorial Day by hosting a Global Tea Party TM with my good friends Martha Smith and Billie Williams. You’re all invited to share deep thoughts, laughter, and shenanigans when the three of us discuss the Foundations and Rewards of our own Friendship, which has brought us peace and comfort in so many ways. 

When I met Billie Williams we each had a two-year-old and I was pregnant with my second child. Now one of those kids is up for tenure at a university. The other is a firefighter and a father three times over, while the baby I carried in my womb is almost thirty. In the intervening years, Billie and I have carpooled kids to preschool, sought wisdom from the other about problems big and small, recommended books, shared lunch, and done thousands of other things we can’t remember. 

9 May 2008   God Bless Mothers, Every One!

When I was in high school I found a pair of cut-off jeans in the laundry area on the back porch at home.  I needed some old shorts for dirty work that day, and those jeans were clean and looked my size.  They were also a horrid wheat color that had never been in fashion.  Nobody but me would claim them. The jeans slid on perfectly and the denim was butter-soft.  My family howled every time I put them on, but for a long time, those shorts were my favorite piece of clothing.

Remember the most comfortable pants, shoes, or pajamas, you ever owned?  Now sigh with me. Those shorts were comfortable, dependable, sloppy, and absolutely  hideous. They were too long for shorts and too short for capris. My mother hated them. 

More than once over the years I fished “my wheat jeans” out of the ragbag.  Once or twice a year we played her little game, wheat jeans missing, me stomping around in a mad search, then waltzing around the kitchen in my jeans.  As I progressed from high school to college and then into my twenties, I kept slicing inches off the bottom until finally the cut-offs were so short even I realized they must be unseemly  (not the word my mother used. ) Besides, pregnant for the second time, I had no faith I'd ever fit into the wheat jeans again.

I missed Mother’s Day that year, but when I visited soon after, I presented Mother with a beautifully wrapped and be-ribboned dress box.  Inside white tissue paper, Mother discovered my wheat jeans, with a note bequeathing them to her, to do with as she willed.

Mother laughed until she cried, but as she began to slide the jeans back in the box, my sister Sheila, just out of high school, happened by.

“Oooh!” she said.  “What did you get?”

Without a word, Mother slid the box over, and Sheila pulled out those horrible, comfortable shorts.  Sheila looked, bemused, from me to Mother and shook her head.  “Mother,” she said, in that patient tone only a teenage girl can use, “you will never wear these.  I’ll take ‘em.”

Sheila wore my jeans for years, and Mother told me more than once she’d never had a better present.

Give your Mother what she really wants!  Your love – with or without the box. 

A hearty thank you to those who tuned in the the first ever Global Tea Party earlier this week! My conversation with Life Coach LaFernBatie was interesting, affirming, stimulating, and fun!  Not a bad combination for Monday evening!  Be sure to sign up now for the next Global Tea Party with Bridget TM !  I'll be chatting on Monday, May 26th at 7 pm with two of my dearest friends, Martha Smith and Billie Williams, about the Foundations and Rewards of Friendship.  I can't think of a better plan for Memorial Day than tea and conversation with friends.  Please join us.

My discussion with LaFern earlier this week about Living with Purpose reminded me of a quotation by Henry David Thoreau:  "Most lead lives of quiet desperation, and go to the grave with the song still inside them."  That got me thinking about the song inside me -- do I really sing it?  Or do I bottle it up inside?  I know there are times I may hide from my gifts.  Sometimes I may leave certain areas in my life undeveloped because I'm too busy or afraid to accomplish what I'm really supposed to do.  Then I recalled Jesus' teaching about the lilies of the field.

Do you remember?  In Matthew Chapter 6, Jesus has been preaching a while when he brings up the subject of worry.  He says to his disciples, “Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.”  The good Lord completes this memorable, poetic little sermon with some of the best advice I know:  “Do not worry about tomorrow; each day has enough troubles of its own.”

So I’ve decided to become a lily of the field. Don’t think this is easy for me – I get as irritable and anxious as the next person.  But this week, after caring for my three-year-old granddaughter, who makes up songs all day long, I decided to combine the words of Thoreau with the teachings of Jesus.  When I find myself worrying or in need of prayer, I’m going to sing my own song:  I am a lily of the field.  I trust God to rain down growth and abundance.  The tune really doesn’t matter.  I even find myself singing out loud in the car.  I've found a way to refocus, meditate, make music, and pray all at once.  Isn’t that wonderful?Please email me your thoughts on meditation and prayer. Perhaps you’d like information about a free half-hour life coaching consultation.  I love helping people realign their daily lives with their spiritual center.

If you’ve spent time on my website, you know the story of Open Arms and a Cup of Tea.  A few years ago I read an interview of Archbishop Desmond Tutu in O the Oprah Magazine. When Oprah asked the Archbishop how we would ever achieve world peace, the good bishop suggested, “Women will have to form a revolution.” 

23 April    Join me for Global Tea Parties for Peace!  TM

I felt inspired and convicted by those words, and I’ve been striving ever since to find ways to build a peaceful female  revolution.  This website and blog are some of the ways I’ve tried to follow that directive, and I’m pleased to announce another one today.

Please join me Monday, April 28, 2008, at 7 pm ET, for the launch of my webinar series, Global Tea Parties with Bridget TM.   Every month on the fourth Monday at 7 pm ET I plan to interview a guest about his or her “area of magnificence.” My first guest is my friend and a phenomenal woman, LaFern Batie of the Batie Group.  An inspiring, spirit-filled Life Coach and nationally known speaker, LaFern will discuss Living Your Purpose.  Read more about LaFern and her work at TheBatieGroup.com.

Our society seems to idolize celebrities. Yet how often do we notice the angels and miracle workers who walk among us all the time?  LaFern is not a celebrity – she’s a hardworking woman who concentrates on doing God’s work where she is, whether that means at home in Lutz, FL, or one of the many places she travels for her work.  Every year at the small private high school I work part-time, a number of students volunteer more than 100 hours in our community.  These kids aren’t attention seekers; they’re community builders.  Perhaps you other unsung heroes who quietly, sweetly go about making the world a better place, without fanfare or attention. 

Each of these people functions in an “area of magnificence.” They are the folks I want to interview on the Web.  Please visit my shopping cart, bridgetmorton.com/cart, for the schedule and information about upcoming guests on Global Tea Parties with Bridget TM.    Join me on Monday by calling this number :  218-486-3696.  Then Use Conference ID:  153464# or you can  sign up online.    The first webinar is free, but please!  Subscribe for the entire series!

And  email me with suggestions about magnificent folks I can chat with!  Together let’s build a more peaceful world!

11 April 2008  Tax Time & Conflict Resolution

24 March 2008    Aloha!   And Good News about Prayer

The Cap’n has been sailing in the Pacific on a tall ship for two months, and tomorrow morning I board a plane to join him in Hawaii.  I am anticipating the time of our lives:  laughing, talking, body-surfing, meditating on beaches, hiking, and generally leiing around. 

In the meantime, I’ve decided I don’t like shopping carts – they run off without permission! So  I hope you’ll check out my online catalog.  There you’ll find some MP3 downloads and my newest ebook:  Look for the Open Door:  Prayers for the Seriously Stressed.

This collection of prayers emerged several years ago during my successful (glory hallelujah!) treatment for breast cancer.  Never before had I found it so difficult to pray – my mother used to tease me about my ‘hotline’ to the Lord.  But cancer hit me like a two-by-four, and I found myself sitting in a chair, uncomfortable and unhappy, unable to concentrate on prayer.  I wanted to pray, but what should I say?

Slowly remembered or gathered the prayers included in this book.  At first using just scraps of paper, I gradually hand-wrote each one in a special book so I could pray them every day during my treatment and recovery.  In this ebook you’ll find prayers from the Jewish, Christian, Muslim, and Buddhist traditions; each one helped me center myself on healing and hope. Recited in sequence together, these prayers take less than an hour, yet  each single prayer can be a meditation, especially if you focus on the stunning nature photographs of Jack Morton and Christopher Cogan that accompany the text.

I hope you'll download Look for the Open Door: Prayers for the Seriously Stressed and consider using the prayers daily.  I also hope you'll let me know how the prayers help you on your way.  Jesus told his disciples, "Wherever two are three are gathered, there am I in their midst."  The Internet expands our gatherings exponentially -- we can all pray together from a distance -- yet another gift I want to celebrate with you!

Be sure you share your Good News!

17 March 2008  St. Patrick’s Day            Battle Fatigue

Over the weekend France’s last World War I veteran, Lazare Ponticelli, was laid to rest in a state funeral attended by French President Nicolas Sarkozy and former President Jacques Chirac. Until January Mr. Ponticelli had refused a state funeral, but when France’s other remaining “Great War” veteran died two months ago, Mr. Ponticelli, at the age of 110, agreed to a state ceremony, on the condition that the event focus not on him, but on the other war dead.

Mr. Ponticelli was born in Italy.  As a nine-year-old boy he moved to France and worked as a chimney sweep and newsboy, then lied about his age to join the French army.  When he was old enough, the Italian army conscripted him, so he actually fought for Italy and France.  After the “war to end war, ” Mr. Ponticelli struggled two more years to regain entry to the land he considered home.  Only after that did he become a French citizen. 

Mr. Ponticelli’s death reminded me of my grandfather, Denis Costello, who ran away from his parents’ Tipperary farm when he was fifteen.  He too lied about his age and joined the Irish Horse Guards, a British cavalry unit. As Mr. Ponticelli fought in the Tyrol mountains, Granddad did battle from the trenches in France. Two boys at war: one restricted from his chosen homeland, while my grandfather, like thousands of Irish soldiers, returned home only to be called a traitor.  When the British government promised Home Rule to Ireland if Irish boys would fight for the British army, thousands of boys believed them.  Who knows if Britain would have honored its promise?  Different men, unwilling to wait, began the revolution known as the Easter Rising; some of their followers later decided the boys who fought for the British were traitors.

Denis Costello with granddaughter Sheila and great-granddaughter Amara, circa 1978.

Meanwhile, we the people of the United States continue to sponsor, to the tune of three trillion dollars, yet another year of the second Iraq war. The Bush administration assures us, as they have in 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, and 2007, that war has turned a corner. 

Yet the international organization Save the Children reports that Iraq, which lost half a million children during the years of economic sanctions between the Gulf wars, has the world’s highest mortality rate for children under five. Save the Children estimates that one child of every eight dies in Iraq before the fifth birthday. 

Imagine losing 12.5% of American children before the age of five!  If your imagination can’t cope with that horror, try this one: America’s Second Harvest reported in 2006 that more than 9 million American children –13% of all children under 18 – are poor enough to require food from a US food bank.

See the connection?  As the Gulf war increases the death rate for children in Iraq, it takes food from the mouths of American children destroys young soldiers in the process. 

Last week was so busy that even on International Women's Day  I felt a little desperate. 

Are you ever  overwhelmed by what isn't happening?  That's how I felt.  I wasn't getting enough done,  not just with coaching and my Internet business, but with the "real world" work I do twice a week, with ordinary tidiness in my home and in my head. A wise woman had recommended a book by Sylvia Boorstein before Christmas, Don't Just Do Something, Sit There.  With the Cap'n off sailing in the Pacific, I thought surely I'd have plenty of time to try that in the first quarter of 2008.  By last Saturday night, I admitted that time to sit still and contemplate would not just hop into my shopping cart (which thanks to my friends and colleages should be available next week!  Hooray!) 

So Saturday night I started a small mindfulness retreat on my own at home.  I've never done anything quite like this before -- anywhere -- even though I've meditated and gone on Christian retreats many times.  Merely to sit and focus on the breath:

Sitting or walking and being with my breath was hard and lovely and peaceful and -- I hope - transformative.  The first night, as I practiced walking slowly and with intention through my neighborhood, going nowhere, doing nothing but walk, I put one foot down with this realization:  It doesn't matter what I do!  I placed another foot.  I could die this minute, tomorrow, in twenty years, and -- I moved the first foot forward -- there will still be mess somewhere in my house or in my mind.  I moved my foot again.   I can let it all go, and do my best, with generosity and kindness.  That's all.  That's a good life. 

Then I laughed out loud and slowly moved my foot again.

During the final walking meditation on Monday morning, I strolled through my neighborhood  (Florida is Paradise this Spring! )  murmuring these words:  "My intention is to cultivate clarity that manifests itself as kindness and compassion to myself and others."  That's not just a mouthful -- it's a way of life -- and I realized I've been trying to do that as long as I can remember.  An accidental Buddhist!

I make no promises about calm.  But I feel better, and I'm trying to walk with that mantra daily.  Merely that might make me kinder!

Please let me know how you stay focused and kind.  And Look for the Open Door next week!

Sometimes we see only a world full of misery and suffering.  When that happens, I like a bit of gratitude pie.  The ingredients in today's pie  are the many wonderful things we owe to women.  Women give birth to us all, and continue to nurture our lives and creativity all over the world. Women were the gatherers in hunter-gatherer societies, so it seems clear they made the creative leap to growing plants, and thus to agriculture.  From there, women in many societies became the knowledge-keepers about herbs and medicine, until that power was wrenched from their hands.  If women did not develop cloth, and later fashion, we helped perfect both. To this day, women are the caretakers in most societies; in developed countries, we are  breadmakers and wage-earners for many, many families.  A woman helped most of us learn to read, and when it's time to mourn, women show us how.  In celebrations all over the world, the oldest women remind us to dance, with dignity and grace, because we're human and dancing reminds us how to maintain humanity.

If you're a woman, thank yourself for being the brave, caring person you are.  Then   you and all men can thank your mother, spouse, sister, cousin, neighbor, friend for the help and kindness she's given you today and every day.  

Let's wage peace for ourselves and others!  Celebrate International Women's Day!  And never forget to dance!

Nevertheless, my new friend George Couch assures me that he and the Royal Bank of Scotland can wrestle my cart into submission within a couple of weeks.  Then Joe the Programmer and Richard the Guiding Light of W-C-N Interactive can do their magic, et voila!

I'll let you know when the shopping cart's back in action.  Until then, as the Bravery sing, "It was an honest mistake."    Please be patient while we work! 

                                                                 Homeless Angel by Sculptor Robert Borson             

We thought it would work, really --  one minute it was there, full of free downloads and prayerbooks, with goddesses frolicking about, and the next minute  --

Suffice it to say there were more goddesses at the county dump last week than in my shopping cart, and that is not where I go searching for...

Never mind.  Rumor has it that Joe the Programmer used the Goddess's Name in vain  while searching the CyberHighWay for my Shopping Cart, but who can blame him?  He's spent days copying code, and the Goddess didn't help him one bit.  I didn't either.  No doubt he's grateful for that.

I'll let you know when the shopping cart returns. In the meantime, thanks for waiting! I'm practicing patience, as part of my ongoing effort to Become My Own Sweet Self.  

More about that later . . .

       Patron saint of hospitality, perhaps because (so legends say) she had the good sense to turn  water into beer.  No wiser woman could be!

      Bridget, one of the Celts' most powerful deities, was the Firegiver and Protector of poets, metal crafters, and (of all things) whistlers.  She loves parties and dancing, and she has always, in Saint or Goddess form, taken care of me.

     I'm thrilled to announce on her Feast Day 
Look for the Open Door: Prayers for the Seriously Stressed, available now from my shopping cart. In this ebook I offer the prayers I collected and recited daily during breast cancer treatments several years ago.  I thank God for full recovery,  but in those days it was sometimes so difficult to pray!  In the ebook you'll find prayers from the Jewish, Christian, and Buddhist traditions, and devotions from ancient to contemporary times, that will help you focus on  patience, healing and understanding.

     Uplift your prayer life with stunning nature photographs by Christopher Cogan and Jack Morton (the Cap'n wears many caps!)  Even in pain and distress, these prayers and photographs can help you connect with the divine! 

May you and your loved ones find true peace and healing in
Look for the Open Door: Prayers for the Seriously Stressed. 
Download now!  

And, as the Goddess Herself would say

God's grace be with ye!

Rath Dé ort!

27 January 2008

 

O Joyce, my friend!  So brave, so caring, so far away! 

 

 

May all of us continue to pray for peace. Let our legislators know we want our governments and the world seek an end to violence.  May we let go of our view of ourselves as little people, each person alone, and envision ourselves as links in the chain of humanity, all of us desiring not-so-simple comfort and peace. 

Please consider, as I have, a donation to Mama na Dada.   Click here to continue their work with the women and children of Africa.  Money may not be everything, but it feeds and shelters so many in need.

Make the leap and make a difference!

 

     We do not know how long this will go on.  Today there have been a few tense places, with some women demonstrators having been dispersed forcefully.   I believe if all women talk and think peace, we will have peace, and this is what I'm doing, trying to talk and think peace myself, and trying very hard to get the women I'm working with to see why we all need to think peace.  We will overcome."   
                                                           ~Letter from Joyce Oneko to Global Partners for Development

7 January 2008

Remember the Sandy Denny song, Who Knows Where the Time Goes?   Judy Collins covered it, and Nina Simone, and 10000 Maniacs. I always think of its melancholy, sweet refrain when we slip from one year into the next.

Why not click on the link below to listen to a Sandy Denny demo from  Youtube while we chat?

www.youtube.com/watch

Are those lyrics brave --  or foolish  -- when they slide  from I do not count the time to, at the end, I do not fear the time ?  I wish I knew, particularly since I have so many plans for this year.  I do hope you'll be part of them!

In a day or so I'll be adding an ebook of prayers to my shopping cart. This book is a compilation of the prayers I used while recovering from breast cancer three years ago. This gorgeous book features stunning photographs of nature and prayers that soothe the soul and offer hope and solace. 

This month, and on the last Monday of every month in 2008, I hope you'll join me and friends across the country for A Cup of Tea with Bridget. You know I believe strongly that we need to spend more time discussing our values and changes we'd like to see in our communities. So instead of hosting tea parties every month for a few people in my home, I'm inviting you to a global tea party each month.  Your formal invitation will appear here soon.  Please invite your friends, and let's all get ready for stimulating  conversations and inspiring new friends!

That's one more reason I'm humming that song. I need to know better how I'm spending my time, so I can be more available for cups of tea and considering what matters to me, to all of us. 

Blessings for the New Year and always!

20 December 2007

And maybe ballerinas were tutus.

The article discusses ways that perfectionism, often associated with absolutist, either/or thinking, can lead to psychological problems, including depression.  A counselor in the article suggests we might overcome perfectionism if we "slack off on purpose." 

As I told to the Cap'n,  perfectionism stalks me in almost everything I do. Someone else might say,  Geez, Bridget, give it a rest!  You've writtena book and articles and poems. You've raised three independent, considerate adults, remained married (mostly happily) to a kind and loving man for nearly forty years, taught lots of beloved students.  You've climbed mountains, crossed oceans, learned new languages, hugged babies, cried, laughed, and lived a blessed life.

But look how often I'm late! I think.  And my office is a mess!  Where are the book that are deepest in my heart?  Where is the art I long to create?

Then I remember that I've never gotten anything done by focusing on what isn't there.  And the Beatles, in the background,  sing one of my favorite prayers:

Speaking words of wisdom:  Let it Be!

This week, which marks the beginning of Hannukah for Jews, is a time for patience and longing around the world.  We await light in the darkness, peace to end wars.  Isn't that a wonderful time to recover from any perfectionism that plagues us?  May we sit and watch a candle flame, how it flickers and wavers, only to grow bright again. 

Let your light shine as the Good God(dess) intended.  You don't have to wear a tutu to dance!

21 November 2007  Thanksgiving Day

 5 November 2007

I am so excited! Very soon I will be posting an ebook of prayers in my shopping cart!  I hope you will all download it and use it often! 

Here's the prayer I say daily right now. This one is not included in the prayer book, mostly because I hadn't written it when I delivered my ebook over to my  web design team, my wonderful  friends at WCN Interactive, who celebrate ten years in business this month!  And may they enjoy many happy and profitable more years!

Bridget's Prayer for Today!

1 February 2008   Feast of the Celtic Goddess and Saint Bridget

2 - 9 February 2008    Confusion and Befuddlement Week!

1 March 2008  

8 March, 2008      International Women's Day