
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?
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
And the thing about blooming is, nothing about the process is easy. It requires every part of you to stretch upward, with your roots firmly planted in the ground; and in the sun, and in the rain, and wind, you stand anyway, even against the pull of the soil. And through it all, one day you will see all along you were transforming. This took everything out of you, but the struggle was beautiful and necessary for your growth. ~ Morgan Harper Nichols
Where are you stretching upward?