We should not try to tame our hearts or become too focused on the to-do lists of our days:
Wild sings the bird of the heart
in the forests of our lives.
Mary Oliver
We should not try to tame our hearts or become too focused on the to-do lists of our days:
Wild sings the bird of the heart
in the forests of our lives.
Mary Oliver
Even brief, five minute, encounters – if we have eyes to see – can contain a lifetime, and make a day special
Unexpected wonders happen,
not on schedule, or when you expect or want them to happen,
but if you keep hanging around, they do happen.
Wendell Berry
Sanctuary is wherever I find safe space to regain my bearings, reclaim my soul, heal my wounds, and return to the world as a wounded healer. It’s not merely about finding shelter from the storm: it’s about spiritual survival. Today, seeking sanctuary is no more optional for me than church attendance was as a child.
Sometimes I find it in churches, monasteries, and other sites designated as sacred.
But more often I find it in places sacred to my soul: in the natural world, in the company of a trustworthy friend, in solitary or shared silence, in the ambience of a good poem or good music.
Parker Palmer, Seeking Sanctuary in our own Sacred Places
The earth always accepts what the sky throws down.
African Proverb
The heart is quiet rather than noisy, intuitive rather than deductive,
lives entirely in the present moment and is at every moment accepting of reality as it is.
Moreover, the heart does not seek to distance itself from, or dominate anything or anyone by labeling. It accepts rather than rejects, finding similarity rather than alienation and likeness rather than difference.
Your heart knows no fear, it experiences no desire, and never finds the need to defend or justify itself. It is patient and undemanding. It nourishes our bodies in every moment.
Little wonder then, that the mind – always impatient and very demanding – manages to dominant the heart so thoroughly.
Archimandrite Meletios Webber
photo rosino
Someone sits wakeful through the dark night,
thinking of some way to find the day.
Though they do not know how to get there,
still, in waiting for daylight,
the day approaches.
Rumi