Thousands of voices

swans

Do you bow your head when you pray 
or do you look up into that blue space? 
Take your choice, prayers fly from all directions. 
And don’t worry about what language you use, 
God no doubt understands them all. 
Even when the swans are flying north 
and making such a ruckus of noise, 
God is surely listening and understanding. 
Rumi said, There is no proof of the soul. 
But isn’t the return of spring 
and how it springs up in our hearts a pretty good hint? 
Yes, I know, God’s silence never breaks, 
but is that really a problem? 
There are thousands of voices, after all. 
And furthermore, don’t you imagine (I just suggest it) 
that the swans know about as much as we do 
about the whole business? 
So listen to them and watch them, 
singing as they fly. 
Take from it what you can.

Mary Oliver, Whistling Swans

What fills the heart

pink, yellow, flower, wildflower

Perhaps the real point of life is simply to wear us down until we have no choice but to start abandoning our defenses. We learn that the way things are is simply the way they are meant to be right now, and then, suddenly, at long last, we catch a glimpse of the abundance in the moment – abundance even in the face of things falling apart.

Katrina Kenison, Magical Journey, An Apprenticeship in Contentment

An endless longing

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If you want to build a ship,

don’t drum up people together to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work,

but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

photo alvesgaspar

Sunday Quote: Home

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I have arrived,

I am home

My destination is in every step

Thich Nhat Hanh

photo Rdenton

Joy

leaves and fungi

An eye is meant to see things.
The soul is here for its own joy.

A head has one use: To love a genuine love.
The feet: To chase after it.

Love is for vanishing into the sky. The mind,
for learning what men have done and tried to do.

Mysteries are not to be solved: The eye goes blind
when it only wants to see why.

A lover is always accused of something.
But when he finds his love, whatever was lost
in the looking comes back completely changed.

Rumi, Night and Sleep

A pilgrim soul

mullaghrellan woods

In the hero stories, the call to go on a journey takes the form of a loss, an error, a wound, an unexplainable longing, or a sense of a mission.

When any of these happens to us, we are being summoned to make a transition.

It will always mean leaving something behind,…

The paradox here is that loss is a path to gain.

David Richo, How to be an Adult