Only the kernel of every object nourishes;
Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me?
Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road
Month: June 2013
Making space to see….
In silence, we learn to make distinctions. Those who fly silence, fly also from distinctions. [The person]….who loves …silence ..fears the noise that takes the sharp edge off every experience of reality. He avoids the unending movement that blurs all beings together into a crowd of undistinguishable things.
Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island
Fresh eyes
We die to each other daily.
What we know of other people
Is only our memory of the moments
During which we knew them. And they have changed since then.
To pretend that they and we are the same
Is a useful and convenient social convention
Which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember
That at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
T. S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party
photo a davey
Give this gift today
Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.
Simone Weil.
Never fully knowing
You can never know whether or not God is in a story until you get all the way to the end. For if only two words are still missing, yes, even if the pause after the final words still hasn’t occurred, He can always still show up.
Rilke, Stories of God
The everyday
We want life to have meaning, we want fulfillment, healing and even ecstasy,
but the human paradox is that we find these things by starting where we are,
not where we wish we were.
Kathleen Norris, The Quotidian Mysteries: Laundry, Liturgy and “Women’s Work”
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