Love, love, love, says Percy.
And hurry as fast as you can
along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust.
Then, go to sleep.
Give up your body heat, your beating heart.
Then, trust.
Mary Oliver, I Ask Percy How I Should Live My Life
Never pray to be a better slave when God is trying to get you out of your situation
Shannon L. Alder
Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.
Camille Pissarro, 1830 – 1903, Danish-French Impressionist/ Neo-Impressionist painter
A slight antidote to some of the overly sentimental messages popular on this day:
In Irish, when you talk about trust, there’s a beautiful phrase from West Kerry where you say, “mo sheasamh ort lá na choise tinne” — “You are the place where I stand on the day when my feet are sore.” That is soft and kind language, but it is so robust. That is what we can have with each other.
Padraig O’Tuama, On Being Blog
We desperately need to make clearances in our entangled lives to let our souls breathe.
John O’Donohue
Occasionally, weep deeply over the life you hoped would be. Grieve the losses.
Then wash your face. Trust God.
And embrace the life you have.
John Piper, Theologian and Pastor
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