… watching for the brushstrokes of God
“I sit on my favorite rock, looking over the brook, to take time away from busyness, time to be. I’ve long since stopped feeling guilty about taking being time; it’s something we all need for our spiritual health, and often we don’t take enough of it.” Madeleine L’Engle, Walking on Water
How do we make time for being amidst the demands or forced being of our times? How do we keep from running on empty?
Breath is in the news these days. It is threatened by a virus and taken by police. Breath…shut down….taken away…leading to death.
“The drawing of air into the lungs” is the medical definition for inspiration. The Latin root inspirare also means ‘to breathe or blow into’. So, being inspired is being breathed into. And inspiring others is to breathe into. Breath…opened up…shared freely…leading to life.
We need breath and inspiration these days. What gives you breath and inspiration? How do you inspire and give breath to others?
It takes a lifetime to become young. Pablo Picasso
What keeps you playful?
Be still and know that I am God.
What happens when we become still in the midst of the wilderness of this current world? What happens when we sit still in the swirlings of the events of these months? What happens when we listen to our hearts and for the heart of God?
What do you hear in the silence?
Sometimes we travel and can’t find beauty. We are lost. It was only when my watercolor companions outlined three pictures within my one that the beauty emerged before my eyes.
How do our companions open our eyes?
Today would have been my dad’s 88th birthday. He died on Palm Sunday, April 5, 2020 and I am still waiting to be able to travel in order to hold a funeral. As we are opening up, we are bringing our losses and dead with us.
How do we remember, grieve and lay to rest our losses? Our layer upon layer of trauma?
With the Eyes of the Heart 