… 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?
“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?
The changing of the season, autumn leaves ablaze with color, invites us to be present: to be amazed at the splendorous display of colors; to shed what will become fertile soil for future new growth; to get bare enough to find the bones of what is important.
What do you notice in the changing of this season?
“ I have learned that what I have not drawn, I have never really seen, and that when I start drawing an ordinary thing, I realize how extraordinary it is, sheer miracle.” ~ Frederick Frank
How do you notice the extraordinary in the ordinary?
“A poet is an unhappy creature whose heart is tortured by deepest suffering but whose lips are so formed that when his sighs and cries stream out over them, their sound becomes like the sound of beautiful music…” ~ Søren Kierkegaard
How do you tap into the poetic?
“May you have a mind that loves frontiers
So that you can evoke the bright fields
That lie beyond the view of the regular eye…” ~ John O’Donohue
With the Eyes of the Heart 