Saturday, February 23, 2008

Cor ad cor loquitur


Cor ad cor loquitur : Heart speaks to heart

Ex Umbris et Imaginibus in Veritatem : From shadows and appearances into truth

The Busy World is hushed is a prayer by Cardinal Newman.

A Catholic Cardinal with an Anglican Priesthood and a Huguenot childhood.


Heavens. This is a dude with an intriguing life story..........

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Henry_Newman

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Empyrean


Empyrean, from the Medieval Latin empyreus, an adaptation of the Ancient Greek, "in or on the fire (pyr)"

Empyrean refers to the highest reaches of heaven, believed by the ancients to be a realm of pure fire or light. In the Chaldaean scheme of the universe, this is the realm of the 'Second Mind' beneath the Intelligible World of Supramundane Light. The Second Mind is the divine power of the Empyrean World, and equates with Briah in the Qabalistic World.

And Suzanne found this picture, and I've needed her words today:

'Noli illegitimi carborundum'

To know my own heart, and carry forth, resolute.

Monday, February 18, 2008

What Is Sleep But A Little Death

I saw a wonderful, sensitively written and acted piece of theatre today and I owe a bundle of thanks to Judy, who sat beside me while I cried.

The Busy World Is Hushed

Sometimes synchronicity hits me like a punch in the stomach (though I did see it coming when I got invited to see this play). Winded, but immensely grateful for the opportunity to see it, it's hit me today on so many levels that I walked, six kilometres, home, to think it through.

The story, about an Episcopalian minister and her gay son, showing each other up in the offset of a man who's father is dying, hit chords within me, not only because part of the premise of the story is the ministers' exposition of the 'Lost Coptic Gospels' (think Nag Hammadi), not only because of the question of whether 'we are only whole while ever we are in relationship', not only because I completely identified with her dilletante son Thomas who refused to place any stakes in the ground but mostly because of her reasoning, her jealousy, of those who get to go to church on Sunday for an hour and get a satisfactory fill of spirit in that small allocation of their time. Those for whom spirit is an exoteric connection, that only happens once a week, at largely the responsibility of someone else (the minister).

I wish. The short answers have never satisfied my hunger to know. And so the chase continues...

So the Vespers prayer from which the title comes goes like this:

May he support us all the day long,
till the shadows lengthen and the evening comes,
and the busy world is hushed
and the fever of life is over and our work is done.
Then in Your mercy Lord
grant us a safe lodging, and a holy rest,
and peace at last with you, Amen.