To be a pilgrim is to notice the way the light changes the color of the hills,
to listen for the stories embedded in the path,
to let the journey rewrite you
Rebecca Solnit, The Blue of Distance

The soul’s ripening happens in its own time, like the slow turning of the seasons.
We cannot rush the fruit to grow, only tend to the conditions that allow for its flourishing.
Sacred time is cyclical, not linear. It invites us into the grace of waiting, into the mystery that unfolds when we release our grip on urgency and lean into the rhythms of earth and spirit.
Christine Valters Paintner, The Soul’s Slow Ripening: 12 Celtic Practices for Seeking the Sacred

When we rest, we are not doing nothing.
We are allowing the wisdom of the body and the soul to catch up with us.
We are resting in the arms of spirit, keeping company with the soul, listening deeply to the voice that whispers softly in our ear: ‘You are loved. You are enough‘
Wayne Muller, Sabbath: Finding Rest, Renewal, and Delight in Our Busy Lives
Our sense of incompletion comes not from lacking something, but from the stubborn and relentless act of comparing ourselves to others. The flower doesn’t look at its neighbor and think, I should be taller, or redder, or more like a rose. It just unfolds in the sun, moment by moment, wholly itself.
We, however, are caught in the painful illusion that we must be better than or different from who we are to be worthy of love. But the lesson of the flower is clear: There is no other. There is only this – this moment, this self, this blooming.
Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening