Lunar Roses

I scarcely recognize myself of late, waking so dispirited I have no real desire to move or be. I want to curl up as tightly as possible and return to Dream. *sigh* The world doesn’t seem so lovely right now.

I need an attitude adjustment.

Maybe it’s the news? Maybe it’s the way society seems to be rapidly fraying. Maybe my foolish optimism is just wearing off. Or maybe I’m wearing grey-tinted glasses. It gets confusing, all the second- and third-guessing. I’ve felt so strange in the last few weeks.

The chaos is quieting, I think. It does that, all on its own. “Yo-yo goes up; yo-yo goes down.” I’m so glad. I need a lull. I need some quiet.

Next lifetime, I want to be a tree.

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

Amen.

Amen.

This version of the “Prayer of Saint Francis” is a common one, snagged from the Web some time in the past heady year.