
The air changes in the changing of the seasons. What are you anticipating? What are you letting go? What surprises?
… watching for the brushstrokes of God
The air changes in the changing of the seasons. What are you anticipating? What are you letting go? What surprises?
“It is not what happens to us in any given day that gives content to our lives, but whether or not we let it’s experience sink into us.” ~ Elizabeth O’Connor
What floats up when you let yourself sink?
I bless the gift
of refuge
that was not only a refuge
but a place from which
to watch the horizon,
to face the far distance
and dream anew
of the life that might
draw near. ~ Jan Richardson
Where is your place of refuge?
The other day, a one hour commute turned into a much longer journey when I ended up sitting on the interstate for two and a half hours due to an accident up ahead. I had been longing for breathing space but not like this.
What makes space spacious?
“ Live the questions now and perhaps without knowing it you will live along someday into the answers.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
What are the questions you are living with?
All those days
you felt like dust,
like dirt,
as if all you had to do
was turn your face
toward the wind
and be scattered
to the four corners
.
or swept away
by the smallest breath
as insubstantial—
.
did you not know
what the Holy One
can do with dust? ~ Jan Richardson