
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?

… watching for the brushstrokes of God

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?

“All life has emptiness at its core; it is the quiet hollow reed through which the wind of God blows and makes the music that is our life.” ~ Wayne Muller
What music emerges from you?

“Once people feel nourished and refreshed, they cannot help but be kind; just so, the world aches for the generosity of a well-rested people.“ ~ Wayne Muller
What refreshes you?

“We must be still and still be moving
into another intensity
for a further union, a deeper communion
through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
the waves cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
of the petrel and the poor boys. In my end is my
beginning.“ ~ T.S. Eliot
…and still be moving?

The morning awakens,
day stretching out to the horizon,
blue sky with sun rising,
solid ground beneath the feet
and birds singing in grateful awakening.
What makes your heart sing?

The sky is the limit as birds travel the world. An inner GPS system, electromagnetic capabilities, smells or sights, birds find their way unerringly in these wide open spaces. Maybe a birds eye view helps. Much of our lives lack these open space journeys in the frenetic pace of our days that leave us feeling spiritually, emotionally, mentally and physically weary and worn.
What inner system guides you into open spaces?