Back to work

One of the symptoms of approaching nervous breakdown

is the belief that ones work is terribly important

Bertrand Russell

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What nature teaches

The god of dirt
came up to me many times and said
so many wise and delectable things, I lay
on the grass listening
to his dog voice,
crow voice,
frog voice; now,
he said, and now
,

and never once mentioned forever

Mary Oliver, Dream Work

Sunday Quote: Your Life

This body, your life, is a letter
to the king of the universe.
Go to a private place and open it and read to see if
the words are right.

If they aren’t, start another!

Rumi

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Empty time

In-between states, between emptiness and form, teach us there is a wisdom in not naming.

You have been forced to enter empty time.

There is nothing else to do now but rest
And patiently learn to receive the self
You have forsaken for the race of days.

John O’Donohue, For One Who Is Exhausted, a Blessing.

The language of descent

On this Good Friday in these pandemic times….

We seldom go freely into the belly of the beast. Unless we face a major disaster like the death of a friend or spouse or loss of a marriage or job, we usually will not go there. As a culture, we have to be taught the language of descent. That is the great language of religion. It teaches us to enter willingly, trustingly into the dark periods of life. These dark periods are good teachers. Religious energy is in the dark questions, seldom in the answers. Answers are the way out, but that is not what we are here for. But when we look at the questions, we look for the opening to transformation. Fixing something doesn’t usually transform us. We try to change events in order to avoid changing ourselves. We must learn to stay with the pain of life, without answers, without conclusions, and some days without meaning. 

Richard Rohr

True practice

Holy Thursday, the start of the three days of the Easter Festival, when the focus is on service and fellowship

St. John of the Cross, alone in his room in profound prayer, experienced a rapturous vision of Mary. At the same moment, he heard a beggar rattling at his door for alms. He wrenched himself away and saw to the beggar’s needs. When he returned, the vision returned again, saying that at the very moment he had heard the door rattle on its hinges, his soul had hung in perilous balance. Had he not gone to the beggar’s aid, she could never have appeared to him again.

David Whyte