… watching for the brushstrokes of God
“The hard thing when you get old is to keep your horizons open. The first part of your life everything is in front of you, all your potential and promise. But over the years, you make decisions; you carve yourself into a given shape. Then the challenge is to keep discovering the green growing edge.” ~ Howard Thurman
Where is your green edge?
Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
that fostered the brightness of the day. ~ John O’Donohue
“The bush burned, was alive with flame and was not consumed. Why? Isn’t it because, as a bush, it was perfect? It was exactly as a bush is meant to be. A bush certainly doesn’t have the opportunity for prideful and selfish choices, for self-destruction, that we human beings do. It is.“ ~ Madeleine L’Engle, A Circle of Quiet
How do you get to the place where you are not consumed?
“Why spend money on what is not bread, and your labor on what does not satisfy?” Isaiah 55:2
300 km of bike trails with 43 wind, water and horse mills make this region in Germany unique. The mills are in operation from April to October serving oven-warm butter cake to the creaking and rustling of the mill wings.
What makes your region unique?
“It is good to make an end of movement, to come to a point of rest, a place of pause. There is some strange magic in activity, in keeping at it, in continuing to be involved in many things that excite the mind and keep the hours swiftly passing. But it is a deadly magic; one is not wise to trust it with too much confidence. ~ Howard Thurman
What keeps you from making an end to movement?
“What will ground us is a commitment to return to the center even as we travel life’s edges. We must find spaces for silence and solitude so we can listen. The monk in the world knows that holy pauses are essential for discovering the meaning of our experiences. There is no map. We can only drop deep into our hearts to guide us through our next steps. Nature is a wise teacher. It calls us to explore what it means to live a wild life. A wild life is one that is not domesticated into boxes of safety. It is a risky way of being because in the wild there is always an encounter with fierce forces.” ~ Christine Valters Paintner, The Soul of a Pilgrim
How do you listen into the wild edges?
