… watching for the brushstrokes of God
As light departs to let the earth be one with night,
silence deepens in the mind, and thoughts grow slow;
the basket of twilight brims over with colors
gathered from within the secret meadows of the day
and offers it like blessings… ~ John O’Donohue
What’s gathered in your basket?
When we slow down we begin to see the little things and we slowly come to know the world below the surface — within ourselves, and within our community and in the world. We begin to see the dead leaves and the emerging new life.
What do you notice emerging?
Do we cruise beneath the surface?Or do we make waves? How do we stay playful? Or rise to make a splash? Do we remember to come up for air?
“In art we are once again able to do all the things we have forgotten; we are able to walk on water; we speak to the angels who call us; we move, unfettered, among the stars. We write, we make music, we draw pictures, because we are listening for meaning, feeling for healing.” ~ Madeleine L’Engle, Walking on Water
How do you listen for meaning? Feel for healing?
“At any time you can ask yourself: At which threshold am I now standing? At this time in my life, what am I leaving? Where am I about to enter? What is preventing me from crossing my next threshold? What give would enable me to do it? A threshold is not a simple boundary; it is a frontier that divides two different territories, rhythms, and atmospheres.” ~ John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us
“So I have learned not to fear the death of hope. In order for me to stay in this work, hope must die…I don’t really want to recount all the ways that hope has let me down; it’s so damn painful. But all of this comes with living, with struggling, with believing in the possibility of change. The death of hope gives way to sadness that heals, to anger that inspires, to a wisdom that empowers me the next time…” ~ Austin Channing Brown, I am still here
With the Eyes of the Heart 