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 181
As I approach the magnificent memorial which is sheltered by a beautiful plantation of oak trees which as time goes by will grow tall to clothe and warm the spiritual surrounds of this area. I am very aware and have entered with an open heart full of reverence and prayer for the loss of all. I tread softly around offering prayer and mindfulness as I ponder over the names of those inscribed, that some fresh healing may spring from the depths of the well that consumes the huge volumes of the sheets of water that are swallowed just like the aircrafts were swallowed up by the towers.
Good morning everyone and welcome once more to Ballinwillin House Farm and gardens on another crisp September morning and day 76 out of lock down. I promised you yesterday I would read out a blog I wrote about my visit to Ground Zero in New York City in March 2019. It was very moving for the following reasons:-
As the morning light arrives, I awaken to the rain drops falling heavily on my 21 st floor window. The wind is howling, this is a grey day in New York City. I decide to commence my visit to Ground Zero with determination as only unique to The Mindful Farmer. As I move along the soggy streets puffed up with steam from the deep and continuous underground, I marvel at the
volume of people and all the strange faces from a multitude of backgrounds and denominations. I remind myself this is a long way from West Limerick and very different. As I reach my destination I observe the advised wings of the snow white dove surrounded by the tall towers as they almost spread out to
receive the arrival of the magnificent bird, symbolic of peace, but in this case also a deep sense of emotion and loss. As I approach the magnificent memorial which is sheltered by a beautiful plantation of oak trees which as time goes by will grow tall to clothe and warm the spiritual surrounds of this area. I am very aware and have entered with an open heart full of reverence and prayer for the loss of all. I tread softly around offering prayer and mindfulness as I ponder over the names of those inscribed, that some fresh healing may spring from the depths of the well that consumes the huge volumes of the sheets of water that are swallowed just like the aircrafts were swallowed up by the towers. I withdraw for a while into my own tranquility and endeavour to loosen my heart and pray for all sides tragically involved. Sadness engulfs me. I hold back the tears of emotion as if all who were lost here were my audience. I pray for healing and I light a mindful candle that will shine brightly on all souls who perished here in this memorial of absence and may they all enter into the beauty of eternal tranquility and spirituality where there is no more sorrow or
mourning or tears only to enjoy their return home to eternal glory. Then continue to pray, bless and send healing to each other and wear your smile.
Yours spiritually,
The Mindful Farmer