… watching for the brushstrokes of God
What an amazing thing it would be to have the rhythms of your life regularly usher you into such deep trust that you could actually rest from it all. Who would we be, who would I be, if I trusted like this for twenty-four hours once a week? ~ Ruth Haley Barton
Do you trust enough to rest?
Wide open spaces allow our imagination to wander toward the still invisible and yet unknown. The soul rises.
Where does yours take you?
Into a world which needed you
My wish for you
Is that you continue
Continue
To be who and how you are
To astonish a mean world
With your acts of kindness
Continue
To dare to love deeply
And risk everything
For the good thing
Continue
~ excerpts from Maya Angelou Poem
Where do you need to hear “continue”?
All those days you felt like dust….
This is the moment
we ask for the blessing
that lives within
the ancient ashes,
that makes its home
inside the soil of
this sacred earth. ~ Jan Richardson, Blessing the Dust
How do you claim what God can do with dust? With our dust?
Give us a song to guide our feet as we are marching to freedom land. ~ Common Prayer
“Jazz speaks for life, the blues tell the story of life’s difficulties — and, if you think for a moment, you realize that they take the hardest realities of life and put them into music, only to come out with some new hope or sense of triumph.” Martin Luther King Jr., Berlin Jazz Festival 1964
What song guides you?
When the journey seems long and never ending, when it’s hard to see any light at the end of the tunnel, when it feels overwhelming to keep ones footing, then we need to pay attention to the glimpses of joy.
How do you stay playful and celebrate on this journey?
With the Eyes of the Heart 