The Mindful Farmers Daily Diary 317
Good morning everyone and welcome once more to Ballinwillin House Farm, gardens and RetrEat centre on day 27 of our latest lock down. This morning the neighbourhood is cold with the winter freeze but soon we will experience the death of winter and the birth of spring, but also this morning in Ballinwillin we mourn the death and passing of Joe Mulcahy our neighbour, a legend in the music business and a founding member of the famous Maurice Mulcahy Band. A band that gave huge enjoyment to thousands of people worldwide. This morning our prayers are with his family, friends and neighbours. Now destiny calls Joe to a place of music where his trumpet will sound again for all our spiritual enjoyment, where his heart will always remain generous, all heavenly doors will open to his musical light as you now quietly befriend your death and you have no need to fear. You are among your own orchestra in the big band with your pure white suit you are now equal to your destiny and nearer to Earths heart. Rest in peace Joe. Continue to pray, bless and power healing to all who need it and wear your smile.
The Mindful Farmer
Patrick
The Mindful Farmers Daily Diary Day 98
The longer I live the more of his presence is laid down in my memory and his gentleness towards his family drew no attention to itself and he always filled our home with a climate of warmth, kindness and each of us were left free to seek our own direction in life but with his guidance. His presence was always like a sheltering oak tree where our fledgling hearts could shelter. Wen we worked in the fields you could sense the earth was able to trust his hands as we tilled the soil together.
Good morning everyone and welcome once again to Ballinwillin House Farm and gardens on this wet and windy Sunday morning and today is Fathers Day. My dad passed away on March 5th 2004 but no matter how life changes and no matter what I do a special place within my heart is always lest for him and him only. He was a very pleasant, great man powerfully strong and an unbelievable worker and his work ethic will always be imprinted in my mind but try as I may I could never achieve his level of persistent endurance. The longer I live the more of his presence is laid down in my memory and his gentleness towards his family drew no attention to itself and he always filled our home with a climate of warmth, kindness and each of us were left free to seek our own direction in life but with his guidance. His presence was always like a sheltering oak tree where our fledgling hearts could shelter. Wen we worked in the fields you could sense the earth was able to trust his hands as we tilled the soil together. In those bye gone days there were many things we could have said but words never wanted to name them and perhaps a word that is quietly sensed across the air in another heart became the inner companion to one’s own unknown and as the song goes “I miss you my old man” but I know and feel your spirit sheltering over us all here in Ballinwillin and again in the morning we will walk to Thinking Path together.
Continue to remember your father on this day and pray. Bless and heal each other and smile that smile.
The Mindful Farmer
Patrick