… watching for the brushstrokes of God
“And so by fateful chance the Negro folk-song — rhythmic cry of the slave — stands today not simply as the sole American music, but as the most beautiful expression of human experience born this side the seas.” W.E.B. Du Bois, The Souls of Black Folk
What songs rise from your experience?
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?
God brought me out into an open place; God equipped me, because God delighted in me. ~ Psalm 18:19
Where do you find open space?
Air, wind, breath, Spirit – all invisible and without form or color or texture yet giving life and shape to everything.
How are you invisibly sustained?
And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our feet, and learn to be at home. ~ Wendell Berry
What does this journey require?
“No” is a complete sentence. ~Anne Lamott
What is the invitation?
With the Eyes of the Heart 