For Sunday May 28th, 2024

Hello good and loving people. We are told that thought is a product of memory and thinking is merely the recombining of thoughts. This leaves us in a state of recycling; learning from our past while waiting for new experiences to broaden our cache of memories from which to draw more thinking.

But there was a time when each of us had no memories and therefore no thoughts to think. In that time we simply experienced, openly and innocently. Perhaps that is why baby's laughter is so compellingly contagious. We can tell it is honest and pure.

May we sit this evening for that honesty and purity which needs no thought. Despite the difficulty of explaining through language that which is without language, may we make the attempt. Now forget all this and just go.

Blessings,

Richard

For Sunday May 12th, 2024

Hello to all and a special 'thank you' to all mothers out there.

 
Mothers' Day, the plural spelling, began in the 1870s by Julia Ward Howe as a reaction to the carnage of the Civil War and the Franco-Prussian War. Currently seen as a day to be nice to your mother, it originally was an attempt for women to gain political power after losing fathers, husbands, sons, and brothers in the 'mutual murder' of war. Even those who came home were scared in mind and body.

We know there are better ways of resolving conflict.
May we sit this evening for open hearts, for reconciliation, for the courage to explore new ways. May we be led in our personal lives. May humanity move toward One.

Thank you all,

Richard 

For Sunday May 5th, 2024

Hello again, beautiful people. It can sometimes become discouraging to work so much on people getting along with each other, yet there is so much strife still in the world. You may at times feel like Sisyphus, pushing a boulder up a mountain forever.  
However, upon further thought, you may realize that the boulder eventually gets chipped away and the mountain develops a smoothed passageway over the years. Eventually we'll be rolling a marble down a polished pathway.

May we sit this evening for the small spontaneous acts of kindness we perform without thinking, and which shows our true selves to the world. That is what chips the boulder and flattens the mountain trail.

Bless you all,

Richard