… watching for the brushstrokes of God
November invites us into grey skies, falling leaves leaving behind bare branches. Seeds in the ground — s.l.o.w.i.n.g… As John O’Donohue wrote, “No place looks like itself, loss of outline makes everything look strangely in-between, unsure of what has been, or what might come.”
How do you dwell in-between?
“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?
With the Eyes of the Heart 