Sunday Quote: Whats deepest inside

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What in your life is calling you…

When all the noise is silenced, the meetings adjourned…the lists laid aside,
And the wild Iris blooms by itself in the dark forest…

What still pulls on your soul?

Rumi

The vulnerability of life

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Things are changing all the time. This makes us seek who and what will anchor us in all of this change:
Life is precious. Not because it is unchangeable, like a diamond, but because it is vulnerable, like a little bird.
To love life means to love its vulnerability, asking for care, attention, guidance, and support.
Life and death are connected by vulnerability.
The newborn child and the dying elder both remind us of the preciousness of our lives.
Let’s not forget the preciousness and vulnerability of life during the times we are successful and popular.
Henri Nouwen, Bread for the Journey

The kingdom of the eternal

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When we love and allow ourselves to be loved,

we begin more and more to inhabit the kingdom of the eternal.  

Fear changes into courage, emptiness becomes plenitude, and distance becomes intimacy.

John O’Donohue, AnamCara

Deep inside

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Go inside and listen to your body

because your body will never lie to you.

Your mind will play tricks,

but the way you feel in your heart, in your guts,

is the truth.

Miguel Ruiz

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Every simple act

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We must remind ourselves that, though our lives are small and our acts seem insignificant. we are generative elements of this universe, and we create meaning with every act that we perform or fail to perform.

It is here, on this earth, in the day-to-day, on our street corners, at our evening table, in the homes of our friends, at the bedside of the sick, in the warmth or sadness of our child’s days, that the universe is being formed. 

Kent Nerburn, Make me a channel of your peace

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We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware

beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

Kent Nerburn, Make me an Instrument of your Peace: Living the Prayer of Saint Francis