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Inspiration

I Heard an Urgent Alarm in the Calling of the Crows

A Chance Encounter on a Snowy February Afternoon…

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The blatant cackling had been persistent for about ten minutes now. I had heard it before and knew it to be obnoxious crows. This is what they do from time to time. They pick a tree and gather in a seeming crow convention. You kind of learn to ignore it. This however was different. Accelerating in volume, intensity and maximum urgency, it drew me to the sliding glass door to peer outside. it was clear an alarm was being sounded that could not be ignored. But what was it?

I stepped out onto the deck, looked to my left and could not ignore the dramatic activity of multiple crows encircling a barren winter tree, at ever accelerating velocity. They were of one purpose with their mission, but what was it?

Suddenly I saw it! How could I have missed it? A single, majestic red-tailed hawk perched high up on a singular winter branch had snared a lone black crow. The captured one made no movement as it lay in the efficient, all-encircling talons of the hawk. Surely this was no contest between the two fowl families. All seemed lost for this unfortunate crow. Too little, too late, as they say.

And then an unexpected, marvelous thing happened, right before my eyes. Additional forces of crows appeared on the scene assisting their comrades. Their mission’s pace increased to a yet higher intensity. Around and around the crow army flew and called out. It was as if all the world was being invited to stop what it was doing and witness what was about to take place.

The dignified hawk abruptly dropped the seemingly lifeless crow from its great talons. Simultaneously, the crow stirred, “came to itself” and mounted up into the air while the hawk spread its massive wings and took efficient flight in the same direction towards the forest that adjoins our property.

Not to be outdone, the cackling group of crows mounted their flight like a well-oiled machine in pursuit of their clan’s new mortal enemy. The aerial display of the hawk swooping up and down in mid-air to dislodge his pursuers was impressive and inspiring to say the least. The volume of the pursuit, like the previous rescue, increased seemingly for all the world to hear and be impressed by. It did however take itself to an unseen realm in the woods where I could no longer observe and be amazed by this chance encounter.

So what lessons could I take away from this serendipitously observed event on a February winter’s afternoon? Power in numbers? Never give up? United purpose, agreeing “as one” never fails?

I found that I could not settle on a single inspirational message from what I had just been privileged to witness. Rather, I would simply savor in gratitude the wonder of creation and its Creator in those rare moments when I have been seemingly invited to behold what for many, is unseen…beyond the veil of dailiness. That day I was given the eyes to see and hears to hear. It was urgent alarm and more… in the calling of the crows.

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Musing About Life

Undefined / All Things Made New

Reflections in the immediate post-operative time after having received a hip replacement joint into my body

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And I sit…

where there are no definitions.

The borders of who I have been in everyday living

have been put away.

This new part of my body

is yielding to my skeleton

and my bones are cleaving to it

in mutual introduction.

What is expected in dailiness is not yet formed.

And so I sit

where something never before existing

is being formed and fused and held together

by the word of his power.

… While I wait in surrender

and yield to the new thing,

bidding it welcome

into the space

undefined.

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Inspiration

Autumnal Procession

Witnessing a Season’s Glory

Autumn, her subtle arrival unannounced,

is passing through.

With copper radiance adorning her face,

crowned and fully seasoned,

she approaches midlife.

A V-sentinel of wild geese, moving in their sky ranks,

wordlessly herald her procession.

Something has told them it is time to begin,

as currents of mounting leaves bid them farewell

amidst a flourish of swirling winds.

Ageless, yet ancient,

the gracious bounty of ripening blessing tumbles,

disheveled from Autumn’s overflowing apron,

thanksgiving trailing in her train,

While reigning over the equinox splendor,

He who is the stability of our times,

witnesses and enjoys,

with a slow smile creasing His face

in “well done” approval.

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Inspiration

What If?

What do you do when time has passed and a dream has died? What if something else, something unprecedented… is about to happen?

She had never been this desperate. Life meant nothing anymore without this dream fulfilled. She wept in anguish, bowed down to the earth with a raw soul that reached singularly toward Heaven.

How could it be? Had God really closed the womb of Hannah, creating this desperation? For years, Hannah had longed for a son. In her deep places she declared “I have poured out my soul before the Lord,” (I Sam 1:15) and she promised to “lend him to the Lord” for all of his life. What if a deeper plan was being released?

And so the poignant cry again went up to Heaven, “I long for a son…!” But on this day, something new happened. A cry also came down from Heaven, ” I long for a prophet!” Like labor contractions in the unseen realm, Hannah’s cries continued to meet with God’s cries, “I want a prophet!” in increasing frequency and intensity. in the spirit realm they met. A space was created, sown by holy desperation, where the dream of God converged with the dream of Hannah. A supernatural conception was taking place. Soon, a physical one would. Even the temple priest realized something had happened. “Go in peace and the God of Israel grant your petition…” (I Sam 1:17.)

“So it came to pass in the process of time that Hannah conceived and bore a son and called his name Samuel “because I have asked for him from the Lord.” (v 20.) Samuel was the prophet God’s heart had longed for. His life released God’s trajectory for Israel as he heard God’s voice and intuited His heart in the spirit.

What if your greatest, desperate longing is an intentional setup to meet supernaturally with God’s deep longing and desire for the now? What if a seeming disappointment or unfulfillment is deliberately waiting for the catalytic activation of your heart cry mixing with God’s? What if Holy Spirit has been drawing your heart to meet with God’s in a spirit space where your and his dreams meet?

Be it a personal, family, corporate or world dream, I challenge you to let your desperation launch your heart to meet with His. He says He no longer calls us servants but friends, because He wants to reveal to us what He dreams of, what He longs for, what He is doing. (John 15:15-16.)

On behalf of Heaven, I break off weariness from you. Courage is being put back into you for this specific, intentional time in which you live. Be released to let your heart respond and cry out its dream to Him anew.

Christine O’Riley

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Reflecting on the End of Summer

Full Term

Every year I grieve the loss of summertime. Even as she entered in June with fireflies flitting around her knees, she exits in September giving of herself to birth Autumn. The fall has its own creative glory but there is nothing like the extended light hours of summering late into the balmy nights. George Gershwin had it right: “Summertime and the living is easy…” Life seems so much easier in so many ways then. So what to do with my summer loss grief? As a birthing nurse for many years, and a mother of six, my creative vision often sees in terms of delivering new life seasons. Summer is a woman laboring, giving herself up in the powerful work of birthing Autumn. With that in mind, thank-you for taking a moment to join me in bidding farewell to summer as equinox approaches. Blessings.

On last day of Summer

I muse on the breezes…

Like the Spirit Who blows

Wherever He pleases.

A new sadness abides

As her exit draws near

For Summer’s ripe presence

Has been fulfilled here.

And I sense her travail

To bring about birth

As faint signs of Autumn

Appear on the earth.

We embrace this last day

She bears down with her all

For in just a few hours

She will bring forth Fall.

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Poetry

Not Over Yet

On such a marvelous, fair gift of a day as this, I am strongly reminded that I am not ready to give up Summer’s outdoor glory. As magical as Autumn is, nothing can compare to the light-filled days lasting into balmy, celebratory outdoor nights. This short poem attempts to capture such moments and the rich gratitude for the sounds of summer that remain on this September day.

Crisp and roaring,

Freshly tuned and standing on tiptoes

Is the symphonic choral assembly

Of deep September crickets,

Weaving on the breezes

Those extraordinary, blending, swelling sounds

In response to evening’s uplifted conducting baton

And announcing to my glad heart

That it’s not over yet.

Summer.

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Musing About Life

Grateful Heart :

Reflections on a covid Encounter

This is the first time I have written in about one and one-half months. It seems like forever and is a story in progress…

Hello everyone. You haven’t heard from me in a while as my energy has been in high demand elsewhere. I experienced firsthand a mid-air collision with a certain virus that is making its rounds lately in my part of life’s community.

In my close encounter with covid over the past month, I am learning and appreciating so many simple things and have embraced even more treasures of life than ever before.

Here are some of them:

(1) Our bodies are magnificent creations that are wonderfully and fearfully made, equipped with tremendous immune systems made in the image of their Creator. There is so much power in blessing them and thanking them for their service to us. I will never take mine for granted again…not that I ever really did. Let’s just say I have such a deepened appreciation for the amazing temple I live in.

(2) The energy level that it takes to live moment to moment with fuel that is burning without our awareness. When our bodies are fighting an intruder, often there is nothing left to do other things like call, text, write, think, not sleep. I am so very grateful for every bit of replenished energy with which to live and love and have my being.

(3) The power of love and prayer from dear family and friends on my behalf. I could feel it in palpable ways. strength went into me and continues to do so. Do not ever underestimate the power that comes through you to others when loving and standing on their behalf.

(4) Truly, it is God’s breath in my lungs.

(5) My Papa in Heaven loves me fiercely and knows my love language and how to communicate with me in intentional and specific ways. On one of my roughest nights with fevers, coughing, vomiting and pain, I had a dream that interrupted the accompanying weariness and numbness of soul with a deep undergirding encouragement…literally, courage put back into me in a very tangible, specific and targeted way.

In my dream, my earthly Dad who was 85 years old when he died, was suddenly standing at my right hand, appearing to be about 50 years old and lively. His smile penetrated deep to the inside of me and actually felt like an infusion of life and light. He was wearing a two-piece crimson red jogging outfit. With a twinkle in his eye, he exclaimed but one sentence to me, “I’ve been working out!”

Now, I had never know my Dad to work out and quickly realized this was a message designed for me at this crucial time. Dreams are usually about the dreamer and symbolic. I woke up with a smile, a tear rolling down my cheek and an inner knowing, “this was you, God, wasn’t it?”

God had used my personal father figure to represent Himself. He was clothed in the crimson red color of Jesus’ blood which is all powerful for healing and restoration. His words were a message that He had been “working out all things on my behalf and for my good.” An inner knowing instructed me that this included healing that was in progress even if I could not feel it. This went to the core of my being as I slowly realized this is an actual scripture verse, (Romans 8:28.)

Later that day more encouragement came as I remembered more verses from many years ago. “I have set the Lord before me always. He is at my right hand. I won’t be shaken. Therefore my heart is glad, my glory rejoices, even my flesh will dwell securely. You will make known to me the path of life. In you is fullness of joy…” (Psalms 16:8)

Power for living and power for healing in midst of this unprecedented weakness was being communicated to me. My heart being grateful is an understatement. Learning to be patient with myself has become wisdom in everyday life, just like deep breaths, sitting outside in the sun and walks at sunset.

Oh yes, … and just like having the creative energy to write once again. Thank-you so much for listening to my journey. God bless you.

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Remembering

August Musing Ever Summer

There are those moments in life that seem to effortlessly flow one into another, defying you to remember where they started and when. Sometimes it is best to just pause and be present in them, taking in the precious gift of one more linked wonder in life’s memory box.

Sometimes on an August afternoon,

I enter the Women’s Bath House

on a timeless beach

and get lost in what year it is.

Am I age 9 or 17…or 33, …or 65?

What does it matter?

The look, the smell, the familiar memory,

the delicious feeling of the air

on my smooth, cool, drying skin

after swimming…

the luxuriously pleasant relaxation

of every muscle,

with each settling musing thought

is really just all one endless summer of my life.

Sometimes on an August afternoon

when I enter a Women’s Bath house,

I get lost in what year it is.

Ever Summer.

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Inspiration

Song of July

(Deep Summer Cries Out)

Swimming can be a place of supernatural encounter where the water surrounds me and holds me like God does. With that can come a sense of uniting with nature in awe and pure adoration. Such serendipitous times are spontaneous, life-changing treasures that my heart wants to capture and remember…

July,…July,…July, … July

July is praising you, Lord.

July,…July,…July, …July

July is praising you, Lord.

I lie in the water, look up at Your face.

All of creation lauds You in this place.

I long to join in the unending song

All nature calls to me, so I sing along.

July,…July,…July,…July,

July is praising you, Lord.

July,…July,…July,…July

July is praising you, Lord.

Sun on the water shines light in the trees

My heart leaps and dances, praising like these.

Wonder breaks out in spontaneous song,

And all of creation is singing along.

July,…July,…July,…July,

July is praising You, Lord.

July,…July,…July,…July,

July is praising you, Lord.

All that has breath adores You,

Nature sings out before you.

July praises you, God…

And so do I.

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Musing About Life

Entry Point

There is a secret world that I think about and picture all year long. Each summer, my husband and I travel to the ADK mountains where we camp and kayak into a wild, wonderful world of rare delights and treasures. It is a place where my soul is restored and my imagination is inspired, my life re-fired. My blue kayak is my entry point. Come along.

My blue kayak is my entry point

my path into

the world of the Adirondack waterway.

She knows well the trek

far beyond the realm

of human rule

where dragonflies greet

and guide

to a place beyond the veil

of the wondrous.

As we move across the surface

of a tannic acid underwater kingdom,

I trust that

we will reach our destination

in the land of

loons, herons, fish, ducks, eagles, turtles, waterlillies

and creatures I’ve yet to meet.

Time is measured by paddling

and discovery

and moments of still magnificence

that etch on the camera

inside my memory’s imagination.

My blue kayak is my entrypoint

my path into

the world of the Adirondack waterway.

She knows well the way.