We have to be patient with ourselves. Over and over again we think we need to be somewhere else, and we must find the truth right here, right now; we must find our joy here, now. How seductive it is, the thought of tomorrow. We must find our understanding here. We must find it here; it is always here; this is where the grass is green.
John Tarrant, Calling on the name of Avalokiteshvara
We come here to search…
to go on searching through silence and meditation,
to get in touch with our inner life.
Christ always said,
Do not worry,
give yourself.
Br Roger of Taize
God comes to you disguised as your life
Paula D’Arcy, Writer and retreat leader
A way that can be articulated is not a permanent Way,
and names that can be designated are not permanent labels.
Wen Tzu, Daoist text attributed to follower of Lao Tzu, pre 55 BC
On Sunday during his sermon in Bolton Abbey, Fr Michael said that an awareness of goodness can strike at any moment, cutting through our complacency and reminding us that, deep down, there is wonder at the heart of our experience, even when we struggle and cannot see it. He saw it in the tender care of a cow for its new-born calf. Merton saw it in the swallows flight:
There are days when I am convinced that Heaven starts already, now, in this ordinary life, just as it is, in all its incompleteness, yet, this is where Heaven starts. See within yourself, if you can find it. I walked through the field in front of the house, lots of swallows flying, everywhere! Some very near me. It was magical.
We are already one, yet we know it not
Thomas Merton,
Saints and bodhisattvas may achieve what Christians call mystical union or Buddhists call satori — a perpetual awareness of the force at the heart of things. For these enlightened few, the world is always lit. For the rest of us, such clarity comes only fitfully, in sudden glimpses or slow revelations. Quakers refer to these insights as ‘openings.’ When I first heard the term … I thought of how, on an overcast day, sunlight pours through a break in the clouds. After the clouds drift on, eclipsing the sun, the sun keeps shining behind the veil, the memory of its light shines on in the mind.
Scott Russell Sanders, A Private History of Awe
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