… watching for the brushstrokes of God
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?
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
“Those who believe they believe in God, but without passion in their hearts, without anguish of mind, without uncertainty, without doubts, and even at times without despair, believe only in the idea of God, not in God Himself.” ~ Unamuno
When are we stuck on the idea?
May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shell of yesterdays,
To risk being disturbed and changed.” ~ John O’Donohue
What draws your eye as you enter the day?
The peacefulness of spring rain, the warmth of the sun making its way higher in the sky, the earth softening with seeds stirring in its depth, life emerging, yet still hidden.
How do you take notice?
“Let there be
an opening
into the quiet
that lies beneath
the chaos,
where you find
the peace
you did not think
possible
and see what shimmers
within the storm.” ~ Jan Richardson, The Cure for Sorrow
With the Eyes of the Heart 