… 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?
“There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.” ~ Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
What do you discover in the depth below?
Bridges reach across, spanning a distance or a divide. Bridges overcome an obstacle and form a passage. They span a gap between here and there, and they invite movement.
What bridge is yours to cross?
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?
“…and I stood there watching stream after engulfing stream plunge itself over the cliff above into the pool below. I imagined the steady engulfing power of mystery that breaks through our hardened places to destroy the roots of corruption in us. I watched, and the water would not relent.” ~ Kaitlin B. Curtice, Native
How do you stand in the steady engulfing power of mystery?
“ 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?
With the Eyes of the Heart 