… watching for the brushstrokes of God
Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create
a clearing
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
patiently,
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself to this world
so worthy of rescue. ~ Martha Postlethwaite
How do you wait for your song?
“Ultimately, we have just one moral duty: to reclaim large areas of peace in ourselves, more and more peace, and to reflect it toward others. And the more peace there is in us, the more peace there will also be in our troubled world.”
― Etty Hillesum
How do you reflect peace?
“And so by fateful chance the Negro folk-song — rhythmic cry of the slave — stands today not simply as the sole American music, but as the most beautiful expression of human experience born this side the seas.” W.E.B. Du Bois, The Souls of Black Folk
What songs rise from your experience?
Bushwhacking is hiking through an area where no path exists forgoing the well-worn trail. We might trip over hidden tree roots, move through invisible poison ivy or step on hidden snakes. The cost of short cutting might not reveal itself until later.
Where are you tempted to take shortcuts?
God brought me out into an open place; God equipped me, because God delighted in me. ~ Psalm 18:19
Where do you find open space?
Air, wind, breath, Spirit – all invisible and without form or color or texture yet giving life and shape to everything.
How are you invisibly sustained?
With the Eyes of the Heart 