Archive for March 2008

Adventure – revisited

In the men’s group that I belong to, we are starting to tell our ‘stories’. That is, we are beginning to tell each other about our pasts, the things that happened and more importantly how they impacted us. Some of the things that are being dredged up, I had totally forgotten about, until one of the other guys mentions something and then suddenly the memories come flooding back to life. Some things I’ve pushed far back into the closet and have never cared to disect. I find them to uncomfortable to want to dwell on.
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Crying

Update: Turns out the theme was not the problem. I’m currently tracking down which plugin is the culprit.

The lovely free theme, that I had just recently started use, apparently broke with the latest WP upgrade.  That’s why I’ve had to revert to this theme. I’ve contacted the developer of the other theme I was using but given that it was free I’m not holding out much hope that he’ll be willing or have the time to fix it.

Sigh….

STANZAS OF THE SOUL

1. On a dark night, Kindled in love with yearnings—oh, happy chance!—
I went forth without being observed, My house being now at rest.

2. In darkness and secure, By the secret ladder, disguised—oh, happy chance!—
In darkness and in concealment, My house being now at rest.

3. In the happy night, In secret, when none saw me,
Nor I beheld aught, Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart.

4. This light guided me More surely than the light of noonday
To the place where he (well I knew who!) was awaiting me— A place where none appeared.

5. Oh, night that guided me, Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,
Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover, Lover transformed in the Beloved!

6. Upon my flowery breast, Kept wholly for himself alone,
There he stayed sleeping, and I caressed him, And the fanning of the cedars made a breeze.

7. The breeze blew from the turret As I parted his locks;
With his gentle hand he wounded my neck And caused all my senses to be suspended.

8. I remained, lost in oblivion; My face I reclined on the Beloved.
All ceased and I abandoned myself, Leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.

 

John of the Cross from Dark Night of the Soul