Moon Shrine

Outside of the Website is a little stone shrine. It has a few old relics on it, but is notable for its small glass replica of the moon. You look around for a bit...

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Light a Candle
247 Candle (Another candle lighting website I enjoy~)
Visual Candle Timer
Visual Sunset Timer
Spells8 Daily Devotional A Ritual to Hades, by Bekah Evie Bel on Patheos
Rite of Hekate, from The Vodou Store's Conjure Journal
'How to Pray the Rosary', from Rosmary Center and Confraternity.
'An Ignatian Prayer Adventure', from Ignatian Spirituality by Loyola Press.
The Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius of Loyola

From the Unitarian Universalist Association

UUA's Worship Web Library
Prayer Bead Practice
Three Spirit Practices
Guided Meditation on Art
'The Mystic and The Scientist'
Twenty-One Thoughts on Peace and Justice
Justice Work as Spiritual Practice
"Guided Intercessory Prayer", I call this a loving kindness meditation~ Breathing Meditation
Eight Spheres of Spiritual Growth
Stages of Spiritual Growth from Finding Your Religion by Scotty McLennan (HarperSanFrancisco, 1999)


Although the wind...

Although the wind
blows terribly here,
the moonlight also leaks
between the roof planks
of this ruined house.

Make me an instrument of your peace

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.


The Garden of Love

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door;
So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.