… watching for the brushstrokes of God
“There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.” ~ Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
What do you discover in the depth below?
“Whatever may be the tensions and the stresses of a particular day, there is always lurking close at hand the trailing beauty of forgotten joy or unremembered peace.” ~ Howard Thurman
How do you tap into the trailing beauty?
Bridges reach across, spanning a distance or a divide. Bridges overcome an obstacle and form a passage. They span a gap between here and there, and they invite movement.
What bridge is yours to cross?
“The essence of being in God’s image is our ability, like God, to stop. We imitate God by stopping our work and resting. If we can stop for one day a week, or for mini-Sabbaths each day, we touch something deep within us as image bearers of God. ~ Peter Scazzero
How do you rest?
The changing of the season, autumn leaves ablaze with color, invites us to be present: to be amazed at the splendorous display of colors; to shed what will become fertile soil for future new growth; to get bare enough to find the bones of what is important.
What do you notice in the changing of this season?
“…and I stood there watching stream after engulfing stream plunge itself over the cliff above into the pool below. I imagined the steady engulfing power of mystery that breaks through our hardened places to destroy the roots of corruption in us. I watched, and the water would not relent.” ~ Kaitlin B. Curtice, Native
How do you stand in the steady engulfing power of mystery?
With the Eyes of the Heart 