An Irish Story of Love and Peace

When I was in Northern Ireland, I signed the Peace Wall on the Irish Catholic side. This was a big deal because my last name is Rankin. My ancestors were Scot-Irish and even though they fought in the Siege of Derry against the English, they were also protestant, and that was the other side of the wall.

We were riding around Belfast in a Black Taxi, whose driver was a member of the IRA. It was from him we heard the stories of suffering, terrible violence, and suppression as we visited the Catholic section of the city. There we saw murals painted with heroes’ faces and the IRA Museum filled with the horrors of the Troubles, as the war between the Catholics and Protestants was known.

It was after the time the barriers were lifted between Ireland and Northern Ireland, the time after the fighting, a time of edgy peace.

When we stopped along the wall, on the Catholic side, and our driver handed us markers to sign our names on the wall. I hesitated only long enough to say a prayer to and for my ancestors. I prayed that they be released from their suffering and any beliefs that hold them to conflict. I prayed for a healing between the people of my ancestors and the people I stood with that day.

As I signed my name, I felt the healing taking place, a deep healing within me that was helping to heal old and deep wounds among the people of this magical island.

Later that day, I was inside the museum of a church. When the curator learned my last name, he became quite excited. He took me into the chapel to show me a large stained-glass window. “This is your ancestor’s window,” he said. He was killed in the siege. It was his wife who had the window made in his honor.”

As I looked at the window, a portal opened. I saw my ancestor standing proud. He tipped his fingers to his forehead and gave a slight smile. I felt healing of my ancestral line, healing of ancient wounds that scar over until we peel back the wound and fill it with love.

Whether we are helping to heal a nation divided or healing a war between nations or healing our own relationships or our hearts, peace begins with love. We cannot expect to have peace in the world until we first have peace in our hearts. We cannot expect to have love among peoples of all nations until we have love for the person who sits across the breakfast table from us every day, or the person we face on the other side of our desk or phone, or the driver who cuts us off, or the slow person in front of us at the grocery story, or…

We claim we want peace. We can have peace, but to have peace we must first create love in our own hearts. It is the only way.

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Piper Runs with the Wind

I love to run. When Mom throws my ball, I run after it. I catch it. Then I run back to her and tell her to throw it again. I get to run more and more. I run until Mom gets tired.

Sometimes when we’re walking down the lane after we get the mail, my leash jumps out of mom’s hands. Then I can run way ahead. And even run all the way back to Mom. It’s fun. But the most fun of all is when I run in the meadow.

Piper takes flight.

The meadow has lots of run to run. First I run all the way down to the end. That’s where the woods are. I used to be afraid of the woods. It’s just a woods so why be afraid? I’m not so much now. That’s because I’m brave. I also made friends with the faeries that live there. They promised to not harm me. They like presents. I leave them shinny things now and then. That makes them happy.

Running makes me happy. After I run all the way to the woods, I run all the way back to where Mom is. I pretend I let her catch up with me. She’s a human and can’t run as fast as me.

Sometimes I run so fast that my feet forget to touch the ground. That’s when the wind picks me up and we run together. That’s fun. The wind is my friend. It tells me secrets sometimes. Wind told me it’s easier if you run with the wind. It’s harder if you run against it.

Wind also told me this secret too. It said that it carries me because I let it. Sometimes it’s scary to not hold on. But when I’m running, I hear Wind whisper to me to let go. So, I do. That’s when my feet lift off the ground and Wind picks me up. And off we go.

It’s so much fun.

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Accepting Change and the Yin-Yang

Change is difficult for many of us to accept. Too often change means loss and in our Western cultural we’d rather only experience that which makes us happy. We want the up without the down.

The seemingly opposites of life are actually complementary of one another. There is no up without the down, no depth of shadow on a spring lawn without sunlight, no knowledge of happiness without knowing its opposite.

There is a wonderful story from the mythology of China that teaches us about both sides of life–the yin-yang. It is the story of Chang’e, the Goddess of the Moon and her husband Houyi the Archer. According to legend, Chang’e and her husband Houyi were immortals who lived in heaven and enjoyed all the privileges of that life. One day the ten sons of the Jade Emperor transformed into ten suns. Their intensity began to scorch Earth and her people.

Unsuccessful in stopping his sons, the Emperor summoned Houyi the archer, who used his skills to send an arrow to nine of the sons, but spared the tenth, so Earth would have warmth and light. Although the Emperor was pleased that Earth was no longer burning, he was not happy to lose nine of his sons. Instead of being rewarded for saving Earth, Houyi was punished. He and his wife Chang’e were banished from heaven and forced to live as mortals on Earth.

Chang’e, being the goddess that she was, did not accept this change gracefully.  When Houyi saw how miserable his wife was over the loss of her immortality, he being the hero that he was, left his home and began a quest for the fabled Pill of Immortality, so they could once again become immortal and live in heaven.

After a long and dangerous journey, Houyi finally came to the home of the Queen Mother of the West and Goddess of longevity and eternal bliss. As she gave him the Pill of Immortality, she cautioned him to give half the pill to Chang’e and for him to take half. “To take more than half is dangerous,” the great queen and goddess warned.

Houyi returned home from his adventure and stored the Pill of Immortality in a beautiful case. He showed the case to Chang’e but warned her to not open it while he was out attending to business. Well, you can imagine how curious Chang’e became. Here was this beautiful case with something mysterious inside. She held the case in her hand as though she could discern what was inside just by holding it. Finally, she could stand it no longer, and opened the case only to find not a rare gem or pearl, but a simple pill.

She took the pill out to examine it, touched it to her tongue just to see what it tasted like, and just at that very moment Houyi opened the door. Chang’e panicked and accidently swallowed the entire pill. Immediately she began to float upward . . . higher and higher and higher. Houyi took out his bow and arrow and started to shoot her down, but he could not bear to harm her, so he let her continue to float, and she floated all the way to the moon.

This is the way Chang’e came to represent the moon and Houyi the sun, the yin-yang, linked opposites that create the whole.

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Piper Forgives Herself

I’m a good girl. Really I am. Mom tells me so all the time. She never reminds me of the day I wasn’t a good girl. The day I sent my Yorkie sibling over the doggy rainbow bridge.

I was a good girl even then, but I made a bad mistake. A really bad mistake. I didn’t mean to hurt Yorkie. He made me mad. He stole my treat. I growled at him. A really big growl. I even showed my teeth. I didn’t mean to hurt him.

I’m sorry.

I had to leave my home. I lived in Michigan. It was a nice home. I had lots of love and toys and treats. We played ball lots and Mommie cuddled with me lots. I slept on the big bed and cuddled all night. I loved my life. But I had to go away. Now I live in the country in Ohio.  

Ohio Mom said my Michigan Mommie forgives me for hurting Yorkie. Mom said I have to forgive myself now. That’s important. I didn’t know how to do that. I asked her how. She said all I had to do was to love Yorkie. I could do that. Then she told me the really hard part. She said I had to love myself enough to forgive me.

Gosh, how do you do that? She rubbed my head and neck and my whole body. It felt so good. I wagged my tail and looked at her and loved her so much.

She lifted my chin and looked right at me. “That’s how,” she said. “Love.”

I wagged my tail.

“You’re a good girl. I love you,” Mom said.

I am a good girl. I love me too.

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A Blessing Creates a Higher Consciousness

Blessing another, our food, a situation and ourselves takes us to a higher state of consciousness that allows us to experience life from a perspective different from that of the normal state of daily affairs.

Although there is some controversy within the scientific community about what happens in the brain when we bless, a twenty-year old theory backs up the experience many of us have every time we say a blessing. Scientists call the experience an increase in the gamma waves; I call it a feel-good experience.

With the help of EEGs, scientists have been able to measure gamma waves, which are the highest frequency of brain waves—electrical impulses that occur naturally in the brain. Gamma waves are associated with higher levels of intelligence and feelings of happiness, and an increase in a person’s feelings of compassion toward others. In recent years, commercial neuro-programming products have entered the marketplace to help increase gamma waves. Although I’m sure they are good, I haven’t personally tried any of these programs, have not felt a need to, because I continually experience an increase in happiness, alertness, and compassion every time I bless someone or something. And I am blessed to have numerous opportunities every day to say a blessing. So do you.

Begin by blessing whatever enters your body—food, water, tea, and so on. In workshops I hold where food is present, we always have a blessing of the food, the elements that helped the food grow, the animals that sacrificed their bodies to sustain ours, the farmers who grew the food, the workers who processed the food, the truck drivers who delivered the food, the groceries who stored the food, and so on. You get the idea. A blessing isn’t just a simple, “Bless you, and you’re off and running, although even a quick blessing is meaningful if said with heart.

Heart is important in every blessing. A blessing said with genuine gratitude, a feeling of deep thankfulness, seems to be necessary for me to experience the euphoria. Perhaps emotion is needed to activate gamma waves. Certainly, it has been in my life and it seems scientists are also finding this to be true. Well-known for his work in neuroplasticity—the capacity for the brain to rewire itself—Richard Davidson, a researcher at the University of Wisconsin, found an increase in gamma activity in Tibetan Buddhists monks during meditation. When the monks meditated on loving kindness, the gamma waves increased even more.

Living in the country allows me opportunities every day to increase my gamma waves by blessing animals in the fields, winged ones in the sky, and those along the side of the road. For the deer and field cats and great winged ones who bless my life as I travel along, my blessing is simple, “Thank you for being in this world and for blessing my life with your presence.” My blessing for those who have left this life is, “Bless you, bless the one who took your life, bless the ones who will partake of your giveaway, and bless me.” Those final two words are crucial to the blessing. They are the words that take us into a deeper compassion for ourselves, which, in turn allows us to feel greater compassion for all beings.

We don’t have to look far for something to bless. There is so much in life that calls for our blessing. Daily I bless my four-legged children for their wellbeing and thank them for enriching my life. I bless each member of my family, and each friend who is in my life. I bless the sun and thank it for warming me. I bless the rain for feeding the fields and flowers. I bless my office as I walk into it every morning. I bless the computer for working so well. I bless words for coming easily when needed. I bless each part of my body for good health and vitality. I bless friends and acquaintances and the clerk at the checkout. I bless the authors of books I read and musicians of music I hear. I bless my vehicle that keeps me safe, the mechanics who keep it running smoothly, and the battery and gasoline and roadways and every other driver on the road.

And with each blessing, I also bless myself. You might have noticed—and you would be right if you did—that with so much time spent blessing the other there is no time left to spend in complaining, so the gamma waves just keep growing and growing and blessing me as I bless you.

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Piper’s Labyrinth Walk

I got to walk the labyrinth. Well, maybe I ran. The labyrinth’s in the meadow. It’s a special place.

Mom walks the labyrinth sometimes. She says it’s a sacred walk that helps you love more. It’s fun to walk the labyrinth. It’s not necessary for dogs though ‘cause we already know how to love a lot.

I like it because it’s a bond with my ancestors. Shelties are Shetland Sheep dogs from the Shetland Islands. That’s part of Mom’s ancestors too. She calls them Celts. That’s why the labyrinth is like the ancient Celtic labyrinth. It’s seven circles. When you get to the center, you turn around.

Piper runs to catch up.

I let Mom get way ahead of me. That’s ‘cause I have to stop and smell the critters that live here. There are mice and frogs and spiders and even deer. Lots to sniff. Then I run and run around the circles to catch up with Mom. She laughs at me. Pats me on the head. Tells me what a good girl I am. Then she keeps walking all the way to the center of the labyrinth.

The center is kind of boring. Mom stays there for a while, then we get to walk the circles again. This time they get bigger and bigger instead of smaller and smaller. They get smaller on the first walk. That’s when we’re walking into the center.

We stop when we come out of the circles. We bow. I know how to do that. That’s to say thanks to our ancestors. Then I get to run ahead. I have to beat Mom to the house. But wait. There’s something here I have to sniff first. This is a whole new smell. I don’t know what this is.

Oh no. I’ve been busy sniffing and Mom walked ahead. How can she do that? We’re not in the labyrinth anymore where I can catch up really easy. I have to run and run and run really, really hard to catch up. I bark at her. She smiles at me. That means I’m a good girl. I am.

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Phillip’s Wisdom on Anger

Phillip: Anger is a form of fear. Fear is the opposite of love. To truly know the appreciation of love, fear must be known.

            Do you not judge evil by that which you call good? Is it not in the weighing one against the other that you find balance? It is when you have felt hunger that you most appreciate food and when you have known thirst that you most welcome water to drink.

            If you know only love, this is good, but it is in the full experiencing of live that you know and understand life.

            It is for each to find the balance. In doing so, judgment must be laid aside and all is merely seen as the experience.

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Piper’s Fun Day

Sometimes the trees tricks Piper.

We played ball today. It was fun. Sometimes Mom pretends she throws my ball. I run and run after it, but she’s still holding my ball. When she does that, I run back to her and scold her. No fair. She shouldn’t tease me like that.

Sometimes when she throws my ball it hits a tree and flies away. Sometimes Mom throws my ball just so. That’s when I jump really, really high and catch my ball while it’s still flying. I like that. It’s fun to catch a flying ball. Sometimes I don’t catch it until it lands. That’s fun too. When I catch my ball, I run back to Mom so she can throw it again so I can run after it again.

I always take my ball back to Mom so she can throw it again.

After we played ball, we went out to the meadow. There’s lots and lots to sniff in the meadow. That’s where the deer like to play. I can see them from the window in the house where I live. There are lots of squirrels too. And bunnies and raccoons and birds and animals I don’t even know the names of.

Mom started to walk into the woods. That was really scary. I pretended to be busy sniffing at the edge of the woods. That way I didn’t have to go into the woods.  There are really scary things in the woods. Like fairies. Sometimes I hear them whispering at night. And the moon. The moon is really scary. It’s really bright in the trees. And the trees. They like to dance with the moon at night. Who knows what else is in the woods.

The woods is really scary. I’m going to stay right here at the edge.

Mom said okay. We didn’t have to walk in the woods. The paths needed clearing anyway. Winter storms made them dirty with those dancing trees that left branches all over the place.

We walked back to the house. I asked if we could play ball again. But we went inside. I ran to the treat bin. That’s what I do when we go inside. I always get a treat. Treats are almost as good as playing ball. Maybe they’re even better.

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Hazel’s Angels

It was in the mid-1990’s when I was attending Jean Houston’s New York Mystery School that I met Hazel and her angels. She was a lady of a certain age by then but during World War II Hazel was a still a young woman.

During that war, Hazel felt called to gather all the angels she could muster and send them off to help the soldiers. Hazel sent angels to soldiers on the battlefield to keep the fear away. She sent angels to the hospitals to aid the injured and angels to those who left their bodies to aid in their transition.

When the war was over, Hazel often explained, there were a lot of angels out of work. “When in need of help, call on my angels,” she would say. “They need to be useful.”

Hazel is among the angels now. I’m sure she is walking around heaven instructing her angels where to go whenever they are needed. But let’s not make Hazel do all the work. Our world needs Hazel’s angels, and she needs our help, so let’s call on them now.

Let’s ask Hazel’s angels to move into the middle of wind and rain storms, hurricanes, and tornadoes and flap their wings to dissipate the heavy clouds and calm the winds. Let’s ask them to soothe the flood waters and to stop our earth from shaking from earthquakes.

Let’s ask the angles to hold their wings over the humans, animals, and winged ones to protect them from Earth’s fury.

Let’s send the strongest of Hazel’s angels to work alongside the rebuilders of the homes and businesses, to give the humans courage, strength, and the materials they need.

Let’s call on Hazel’s angels to bring rain to the drought-ridden lands and sunshine to the flooded areas. Let’s send those angels with fire hoses to bring rain to all the fire-ravaged places. Let’s ask Hazel’s angels to hold all those in Turkey and Syria who were caught in the earthquake, to help them heal and rebuild their lives.

And let’s send the most compassionate of Hazel’s angels to comfort all who have lost loved ones in the storm-tossed weather and angels to greet all who have left their bodies to make their transition smooth and loving.

Let’s close our eyes and visualize the Divine White Light of Love moving into our bodies and out from our heart chakra into the world and holding our planet in the Healing Light of Love. And let’s give our love and gratitude to Hazel and her angels for all they do to help heal our world and all of us.

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Piper Makes a New Friend

I made a new friend. His name is Rusty. We went for a long walk together. He’s older than me. He’s bigger too.

Rusty isn’t my only doggy friend. I’ve also made friends with Murphy, Juno, and Vinnie. Rusty and Murphy are boys. They’re different than Juno, Vinnie, and me. We’re girls.

I like Rusty. He’s nice. He likes me too. I could tell. But not right away. At first when Mom told me we were going for a walk with Rusty and his Mom I was a little scared. After all, Rusty’s a boy and boys are, well you know…they’re different. Sometimes they’re pushy and big and scary.

Photo by Constance Gilhooly, Rusty’s mom

At first, I thought Rusty might be scary. I saw him in his car. He looked really big. When he jumped out of his car, I saw him run toward me. I was only scared for a just a little bit. He sniffed my nose. I sniffed him back. That’s when I knew he liked me.

How could he not like me? I’m so pretty. And I’m sweet. Yes, yes, I am. Well, most of the time anyway.

Since he liked me, I decided to like him back. So, we went for a walk together. We walked around a ball field and over a covered bridge. The wood on the bridge made scary, creaky noises. Rusty said if the bridge died and we fell into the river, he knew how to swim. I do too, so we’d be okay.

We had to cross a big street. That was scary. But Rusty said he’d protect us, so it was okay. Our moms helped too. Rusty had to protect us again when a great big dog barked at us. He jumped up on his fence and barked and barked and barked. I started to walk faster. Rusty told that dog to stop barking at us or he’d take care of things. He would have too, but his mom stopped him. So, we kept walking.

Sometimes Rusty stopped to smell something in the grass. And sometimes he stopped to lift his leg. That’s how boys pee. Girls are daintier about such things.

It was fun walking with Rusty. He’s different from my doggy girlfriends. That’s okay. He’s a boy and boys are different from girls. It’s nice to have a boy dog as a friend too.

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