Endurance

“…insights come quickly and suddenly…Endurance asks us to keep the insight in front of us — to think about it, write about it, mull it over, draw it, dance it, talk about it with a close friend — whatever it takes to not let it slide off the table like last night’s dream. And then, only then, after a prolonged time of engagement with the insight, we might witness a new gesture erupting into the world.” ~ Francis Weller, The Wild Edge of Sorrow

What insight are you mulling over?

Messenger of hope

“In order to be effective messengers of hope, we must begin by trusting our inner voice, an inner intuition that speaks into the vast wastelands of our time. This process requires training our imagination to see beyond tribal norms, to see the vista of the wider pastures of culture. …and trust that the Spirit is already at work there.” ~ Makoto Fujimura, Art +Faith

How do you learn to trust your inner voice?

Advent muting

What happens when God hits the mute button – think Zechariah- and the prophecies of old reverberate within you silently for days and weeks and months? What begins to grow and shimmer?

What song will guide your feet into the path of peace?

Advent womb

“A novice master once responded when asked about a life lived in Christian authenticity, that to be a Christian was not to know the answers but to begin to live in the part of the self where the question is born.…He was speaking of an attitude of listening, of awareness of presence, of an openness to mystery.” ~ Wendy Wright, A book of Christmas

What question is being born within you?

Clarity

“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your own heart. [The one] who looks outside dreams. [The one] who looks inside awakes.” ~ Marc Chagall (1887-1985)

What are your dreams? What are your awakenings?

Floating

“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?