… watching for the brushstrokes of God
Beauty is all around us, yet so much passes us by because we are too busy, too worried, too tired. Just a few moments settled in our favorite spot can restore us wether we hold a cup of coffee/tea, wrap a colorful quilt around us or feel the warmth of the sun.
What moments restore you?
What an amazing thing it would be to have the rhythms of your life regularly usher you into such deep trust that you could actually rest from it all. Who would we be, who would I be, if I trusted like this for twenty-four hours once a week? ~ Ruth Haley Barton
Do you trust enough to rest?
As deep as I ever went into the forest
I came upon an old stone bench, very, very old,
and around it a clearing, and beyond that
trees taller and older than I had ever seen.
Such silence!
…Sometimes there’s only a hint, a possibility.
What’s magical, sometimes, has deeper roots
than reason…
I sat on the bench, waiting for something.
An angel, perhaps. Or dancers with the legs of goats.
No, I didn’t see either. But only, I think, because
I didn’t stay long enough. ~ Mary Oliver
Are you staying long enough?
It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings. ~ Wendell Berry
What does this require of you?
I would love to live
Like a river flows,
Carried by the surprise
Of its own unfolding. ~ John O’Donohue
What are the surprises in your unfolding?
Your story is not just a shallow pool collecting a little rain here and there from what maybe-could’ve-should’ve been. Your story is a sea, weighted with mystery, and wave after wave it reveals more and more, no matter the opportunities you missed or left behind on the shore. ~Morgan Harper Nichols
What does it reveal to you?
With the Eyes of the Heart 