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 59
In my childhood days, the well, the river, the ocean, all played a huge roll in my life. I often think about the persistence of the ocean, the courage of the river, always flowing and falling to the mouth of the ocean. I oftentimes believe that the river does what words would love to do.
Good morning everyone once again and welcome to Balllinwillin House Farm and Gardens on this beautiful morning. Listening to the news last evening gave me the topic for our conversation this morning. Water, this sacred source that we take for granted. As an island people we are surrounded by water. As a green island we get more than our fair share, yet last night they were talking about scarcity again. I always believed we should pay for water to gain its respect. On the farm we have our own organic wells and we are so thankful to God for that. In my childhood days, the well, the river, the ocean, all played a huge roll in my life. I often think about the persistence of the ocean, the courage of the river, always flowing and falling to the mouth of the ocean. I oftentimes believe that the river does what words would love to do. Keeping itself to itself no matter where it flows with rhythm and elegance, soothing until its music becomes audible. When we are blessing today let us bless the humility and supply of water, its innocence as it flows without thought or abandon, water vehicle and idiom of all the inner voyaging that keeps us alive. Blessed be the water. Blessed be our early mother. I have a huge and divine respect for all water and their wildness and beauty and our lifetime. I could talk and dream forever on the subject but for now continue to pray, bless and heal each other.
The Mindful Farmer
Patrick