
Sometimes something utterly unknown and foreign flutters into our lives with flamboyant colors and invites us to playfulness and exploration.
What unknowns do you engage playfully?

… watching for the brushstrokes of God

Sometimes something utterly unknown and foreign flutters into our lives with flamboyant colors and invites us to playfulness and exploration.
What unknowns do you engage playfully?

Someone recently shared with me the concept of a Japanese seedbomb. A bunch of different seeds are put in a ball of clay. The seedbomb is then tossed into a field. The soil is best for whatever seeds grow well from the mix.
In what area of life or work are you pondering the soil? What seeds do you have to toss? How long are you willing to watch for growth?

Tradition is not tending to the ashes but passing along the fire.
What fire or embers has been passed onto you and what are you passing on?