“Let us agree
for now
that we will not say
the breaking
makes us stronger… “ ~ Jan Richardson
Where are you tempted to shortcut grief?
In a dry and weary land
When…
[When] the ghost of loss gets into you, may a flock of colors, indigo, red, green and azure blue, come to awaken in you a meadow of delight. ~ John O’Donohue
What losses are heightened at this time of year? What spaces of wonder open up?
Soul of place
“The moral imagination, if it is to penetrate and transcend, must find the soul of place. Finding soul requires that we go to the core, that we make our way to the voices behind the noise, that we see the patterns hidden beneath the presenting symptoms, that we feel the rhythms marking steady pace in spite of cacophony.” ~ John Paul Lederach, The Moral Imagination
What are you seeing?
No words
Sometimes there are no words in the face of fear and despair.
How does one companion in such a time as this?
Bushwhacking
Bushwhacking is hiking through an area where no path exists forgoing the well-worn trail. We might trip over hidden tree roots, move through invisible poison ivy or step on hidden snakes. The cost of short cutting might not reveal itself until later.
Where are you tempted to take shortcuts?
Awakening
I have discovered that something is awakened through failure, tragedy, and disappointment. It is a place of learning and potential creativity. In such moments you can get lost in despair or denial, or you can recognize the failure and run toward the hope of something new.
How do you run towards hope?
With the Eyes of the Heart 