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Retreat

September 7, 2019

 

Retreat into the center to find the truth beneath the breath
The way is cleared, obstacles are removed from the path
In stillness.
The mind heals itself in silence.

reflection

reflection

Henry Nichols, 8th Great-Grandfather

September 6, 2019

My eighth great-grandfather was born in Glamorganshire, Wales in 1678.  Rev. Henry Nicholls received a  B.A.in 1703 and an M.A. in 1705 from Jesus College, Oxford, Wales. He was sent to Pennsylvania, 1702-1708, during the reign of King James II. In 1707 he married my eighth great-grandmother, Elizabeth Gatchell of Chester, Pennsylvania.

Henry Nichols was the first residential missionary to Pennsylvannia for the “Society for Propagation of the Gospel in Foreign Parts”, arriving in 1703. His churches were located in Chester, Concord, Radnor, and Montgomery. The Chester Church is described as of good brick fabric, one of the neatest on the continent, furnished with handsome furniture and rews. The members were regular and constant in divine worship, and they contributed 60 pounds a year toward their pastor’s support. The Radnor Church is still in excellent preservation, known as St. David’s Church and has been in use since 1708. Rev Nichols requested a transfer in 1708 and became rector at St. Michael’s Parish Church. Talbot Co., MD – a post he occupied until his death. For years, all records of his life were lost. The early church books had disappeared! Until June 1878 when workmen, employed to demolish the old church building, found his tomb under the Chancel in good preservation.

The following is a translation of the Latin inscription found on the slab over his tomb: “Here lies the remains of Henry Nicols, M. A., formerly a Fellow of Jesus College, Oxford, England, and a pastor of this church for 41 years – most unworthy. Born April 1st, 1678; died Feb. 12, 1748. Save his soul, O Christ for Thy own merits. Tread upon salt without savor.” (Henry has ordered these works to be inscribed before his death.) A number of his descendents still worship at St. Michael’s Church. They placed a tablet there to his memory where he ministered for so long. (From the Historical Magazine of the Protestant Episcopal Church, 1943, by Mary Clement, M. A., Principal of the Girls County School Board, Bridgend, Glamorganshire, Wales.)

 

Rev. Henry Nichols (1678 – 1748)
8th great-grandfather
William Nicholls (1704 – 1776)
Son of Rev. Henry Nichols
Amos Nicholls (1740 – )
Son of William Nicholls
Amos Nicholls (1780 – )
Son of Amos Nicholls
Amos Nicholls (1808 – 1868)
Son of Amos Nicholls
Emiline P Nicholls (1837 – )
Daughter of Amos Nicholls
Harriet Peterson (1856 – 1933)
Daughter of Emiline P Nicholls
Sarah Helena Byrne (1878 – 1962)
Daughter of Harriet Peterson
Olga Fern Scott (1897 – 1968)
Daughter of Sarah Helena Byrne
Richard Arden Morse (1920 – 2004)
Son of Olga Fern Scott
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Richard Arden Morse

 

Lesson

September 5, 2019

mandala

mandala

The author did not sign the work, but left it on the ground
At first nobody noticed when it came alive with sound
The colors became fluid, and the words escaped in flames
A violent rush of emotions turned assumptions into games
There was no time to interpret the truth it brought to light
The lesson arrived too late to stop the impending fight

The 5th is a Good Day To . . . let power flow where it will. Trying to control who or what has the juice will be unproductive, and for once, the social order may know more than we do about who should get to do what (and remember, seeing someone on top doesn’t mean […]

via A Good Day To . . . 5 September 2019 — Julie Demboski’s ASTROLOGY

A Good Day To . . . 5 September 2019 — Julie Demboski’s ASTROLOGY

September 5, 2019

Rapid Ride

September 4, 2019 4 Comments

bridge

bridge

This interlude is punctuated by quick movements to the side
Each moment is tense, somehow fragile, breaking stride
With the smooth and even pace that we have come to know
The ripples of the sound waves are muddled in the flow
The waves and splashing water carry power in the tide
Floating downstream here and now is a rapid ride.

Hemp-based concretes are among the most promising and environmentally sustainable alternatives to conventional concrete. This is not just a theoretical idea or prediction, but something that builders are already implementing in their architecture.

via Builders Are Using Hemp Instead of Concrete and It Could Save the Environment — Openhearted Rebellion

Builders Are Using Hemp Instead of Concrete and It Could Save the Environment — Openhearted Rebellion

September 4, 2019

Wall Of Silence

September 3, 2019

 

wall of silence

wall of silence

Tangled tendrils of lost innocence cover the wall of silence
The barrier between infinite wisdom and earthly needs
Stands tall, sits firmly in the middle of the field of reason
Dividing the consciousness of the wilting population
Separating the elements of life into compartments of gloom

Flight Of Fright

September 2, 2019

humanity

humanity

Figures take flight across the the sky, filling the air
With shrieks of both joy and anguish as they escape
No warning was given, no hint of the destruction to follow
The surface of the earth reached a critical temperature
That suddenly ended all life as it had been in the past
There is no doubt that we used our gifts way too fast
We have destroyed everything that sustains life
In order to deliver plastic bottles of sugar water everywhere
In a desperate world to starving hoards of humans
Instead of vital nutrition, care and loving kindness
We are, well and truly, finally broke.

Contentment

September 1, 2019

Sky

Sky

Breath and light provide a path to liberation
Beyond the dense barrier of harsh beliefs
When images and words subside, the heart opens
To find health and healing in everyday life
Contentment is at hand at every moment

Centering

August 31, 2019

Circle of Life

Circle of Life

Patience and persistence will bring new levels of ease
The center is the place of no resistance, no strain, no pain
Staying in the very middle of it all takes steady focus
On the fleeting nature of time, the essential nature of change
The vessel we become as a result is filled with blessing

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