… watching for the brushstrokes of God
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?
“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?
“When you are in doubt, be still, and wait; when doubt no longer exists for you, then go forward with courage. So long as mists envelop you, be still; be still until the sunlight pours through and dispels the mists — as it surely will. Then act with courage.” ~ Chief White Eagle, Ponca
Time to be still or act with courage?
“Don’t you imagine the leaves dream now
how comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? ….” ~ Mary Oliver, A Song for Autumn
Do you imagine?
“People travel to wonder at the height of mountains, at huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars . . . and they pass by themselves without wondering.” ~ St. Augustine, Confessions
How do you travel with yourself?
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 