There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful. ~ Howard Thurman
Where is your space of breathlessness?
Breathless
Holding ground
“Stand for something or you will fall for anything. Today’s mighty oak is yesterday’s nut that held its ground.” ~ Rosa Parks
Where do you hold ground?
Reservoir of light
“The mind is to be a reservoir of Light — free, ready to give color and form, ready to speak from Wisdom’s Source. Silence is the opening note. The Indwelling Light illumines the heart and mind, loosening the sightless, stormswept self. The freeing of Light, of God’s own Life within, is the means of self-expression — not self-filled expression — but God-like freedom.” ~ Elsie Nevins Morgan
How do you give color and form to God-like freedom?
Coves
Some of the basic human needs are to be seen, known and understood. Such spaces are like a sheltered cove, allowing us to venture out into the open waters and storms that the challenges in our world, community and life present.
Where are your sheltered coves?
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?
November skies
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?
With the Eyes of the Heart 