… watching for the brushstrokes of God
Howard Thurman talks about the island of peace in the soul. An anchor of hope and stability in the tumultuous sea of our responsibilities and decisions, pressures and injustices. Here we bring our dreams and purposes into the presence of the God of our heart.
Do you know your island of peace?
Question mark
the length of silence
after a loon’s call ~ from Modern Haiku
How does it draw you?
The sky is the limit as birds travel the world. An inner GPS system, electromagnetic capabilities, smells or sights, birds find their way unerringly in these wide open spaces. Maybe a birds eye view helps. Much of our lives lack these open space journeys in the frenetic pace of our days that leave us feeling spiritually, emotionally, mentally and physically weary and worn.
What inner system guides you into open spaces?
Sometimes …”we have to crawl on hands and knees through the furrows of words, examining, brushing away dirt, not unlike a botanist examining growth patterns and evidence of the soil’s mineral content, water content and whether there is deep clay under the cracks in the soil from which the words emerge.” ~ from The Midrash of the Juanitos
What are you finding in the furrows?
With the Eyes of the Heart 