… watching for the brushstrokes of God
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: … ~ Gerard Manley Hopkins
What did you come for?
As deep as I ever went into the forest
I came upon an old stone bench, very, very old,
and around it a clearing, and beyond that
trees taller and older than I had ever seen.
Such silence!
…Sometimes there’s only a hint, a possibility.
What’s magical, sometimes, has deeper roots
than reason…
I sat on the bench, waiting for something.
An angel, perhaps. Or dancers with the legs of goats.
No, I didn’t see either. But only, I think, because
I didn’t stay long enough. ~ Mary Oliver
Are you staying long enough?
It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings. ~ Wendell Berry
What does this require of you?
Sometimes we are at home with ourselves. Sometimes we are not. When we are in a space of deep peace and spiritual groundedness our actions flow without effort. No matter the chaos around us. We know when we are living from that space. We can tell.
What happens when we engage all our work from that at-home-ness?
Wide open spaces allow our imagination to wander toward the still invisible and yet unknown. The soul rises.
Where does yours take you?
With the Eyes of the Heart 