Re: Silence Of The ... and PART II - A

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Posted by Towne Crier on April 02, 2000 at 08:28:09:

In Reply to: Silence Of The ... ??? posted by Rich/Mohican Press on April 02, 2000 at 06:09:51:

Dear King of LotmLand!

You say: Interesting week!
INDEED, indeed, and a silent one at that.

Thank you for your comments about THE ROSE. As they say, to get to the fruit of the tree, you have to get out on the limb, and to be able to appreciate the scent and the blossoming beauty of the rose, you have to offer your heart to its thorn.
As I say in the Who Are We Page of THE ROSE, the rose is named after Rose McKee, my husband's late mother whom I never had the pleasure to meet for she had departed this world long before I met her beloved son. Also, THE ROSE is named after each prayer bead of the rosary which passes through your fingers in sincere prayer and leaves a rose blossoming at Mother Mary's feet....

I said The Tale, Part II, (a) because this promises to be a lengthy post, and I will continue later on, today.

However, three important points I would like to emphasize now, which I will write more about in Our Mission page of THE ROSE:
Thought Creates.
Image It. Ordain It.
Whatsoever A Man Soweth, so shall he also reap.

Friends, as The Rose continues to blossom, you will witness these three maxims blossom, too.
I walked many roads in life. And was thrown upon many of them, too. With all that I gained and all that I lost, I am so rich!

When I first planted The Rose, I was alone. Yes, I did have my husband's love and support, and still do. But as overwhelmed as he is dealing with unmentionably great responsibilites, all he could do was wish me well and support me spiritually.
And I planted The Rose for everything I believed in and everything I wished to share with the world, and in memory of those who fought the good fight and died keeping the faith - in the inherent true magnificence and nobility of human spirit and the endless mercy and love found in The Light that is God.

When I planted The Rose, once again I was on a new crossroads of my Destiny. And I was alone.

I did not realize that I had been alone, until Friday evening, while talking with Elaine Federici on the phone, and moaning over that ah! I could have done this 2 years ago, 5 years ago (when I was financially better off) and ah this and ah that...
and Elaine said quietly: "...but you could not, because you were alone."

I was.
Today, within The Rose, a three-leafed clover is forming.
Vita, Elaine, and Bea.
I suppose I have to see it as a three-leafed clover because of Rose McKee, and Michael John O'Donnelly, my Irish loves.... who color me green with forty shades of green....

Elaine was there as a true friend on January 7, 2000.
Just as The Rose was being forcefully ripped out of her fragile roots.
Yet this cataclysmic event led her being planted upon new, blessed soil with a second gardener, Elaine Federici, sworn to tend her, water her, love her, make sure the Light shines upon her so she can blossom and enrich.

to be continued....


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