The mountains called me home (Poem and pictorial)

Mountains

Image via Wikipedia

Mountains

Image via Wikipedia

Mountains - Autumn in Denali

Mountains - Autumn in Denali (Photo credit: blmiers2)

The mountains are calling and I must go. John Muir

The mountains are calling and I must go. John Muir (Photo credit: blmiers2)

Georgian mountain.

Image via Wikipedia

The mountains stand waiting.

Firm, frosty, forgiving.

They call to me.

Fervently, familiar, fondly.

They sing to me.

Serene, soothing, sacred songs.

They call to me.

Caverns, cutbanks, caves cooling me.

They call me home.

Holding healing helping heart aches roll away.

Here in this sacred cabin

in the  forest I rest.

Restore.

Renew.

Recognize.

Recollect.

Rejoice in the calling of the mountain.

Calling me home. 

The rescue mission is Closed…….

The Rescue Mission is Closed.

An open letter

Stop Look Listen

before you cross the street.

Stop Look Listen

before you cross my path.

You think because I am “old”

you can come and dump on me………

my home is a sanctuary

a quiet healing place

where I serve in silence.

You come rushing

into my life because you

want me to help you……

then stop making a catastrophic epic event of everything

all the time to everyone.

You think your troubles

are more important that taking a quiet cup of tea and listening to the rain.

I, am not, dear heart, your toxic waste dump.

If you sincerely want my help

, be clear, be calm, and be in total control

of your emotions before

you splash your trauma and drama all over me.

Do you know who I am?

Do you even care?

Did you ever ask permission to dump on me?

You want my help?

Can you possibly imagine that I had a life?

That I too, had my challenges?

Rather than dump on me….

why not tell me in a clear concise note

that you have brought with you

that you would like to talk to me

sometime when I have the time, the energy?

If you have a money issue…..go to the bank.

If you are hungry….go to the food bank.

If you are out of control…get professional help.

If you need a friend….

be one to yourself…

be one to me…

then I can be one to you.

If you are a drunk, addict, over-eater, game playing drama junkie

there are places you can get help…

Ask me how I know this…

I am a silent listener

until today

when you dumped on me

for the last time.

Blessings on your Journey dear heart.

I am here for you in the silence.

I am a volunteer….not a volun-told.

Desiderata Max Ehrmann (shared this it was found in the walls of an old church)

1976 edition of The Desiderata of Happiness po...

Image via Wikipedia

Max Ehrmann

Image via Wikipedia

 

Desiderata 
 

 

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

 

 

 

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

 

 

 

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

 

 

 

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

 

 

 

Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.

 

 

 

Strive to be happy.

— Max Ehrmann, 1927