… watching for the brushstrokes of God
On retreat last week, we watched three bald eagles with their amazing wingspan soaring, gliding and reigning supreme – a mother and her two young ones, their heads still brown.
Soaring like eagles
Gliding above earth and sky
Vision far beyond
How do you capture beauty?
“That is precisely the time when artists go to work — not when everything is fine, but in times of dread… We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal. I know the world is bruised and bleeding, and though it is important not to ignore its pain, it is also critical to refuse to succumb to its malevolence.” ~ Toni Morrison
How do you participate?
Joy unspeakable
is not silent
it moans, hums, and bends
to the rhythm of a dancing universe.
It is a fractal of transcendent hope,
a hologram of God’s heart
a black hole of unknowing. ~ Barbara A. Holmes
What is joy unspeakable for you?
Contemplation is sustained sympathetic, reverent attention. It is what occurs when we take time to dwell. ~ Ronald L. Grimes
When do you dwell?
“All life has emptiness at its core; it is the quiet hollow reed through which the wind of God blows and makes the music that is our life.” ~ Wayne Muller
What music emerges from you?
“If the Ghost Hunters snuck up behind me as I was trying to write, they might see a universe of slave liberators, political agitators, Baptist preachers, exuberant orators, beloved writers and incomparable musicians – so many musicians – arrayed around me all in chorus, urging and cajoling and daring me to somehow dig a little deeper. ~ Touré
Who is daring you to dig deeper?
With the Eyes of the Heart 