We live in all we seek. The hidden shows up in too-plain sight. It lives captive on the face of the obvious – the people, events, and things of the day – to which we as sophisticated children have long since become oblivious.
What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
Annie Dillard
At its heart, the journey of each life is a pilgrimage through unforeseen sacred places that enlarge and enrich the soul.
As a river flows in ideal sequence
May your love discover time is presence.
John O’Donohue
A good intention for this year would not necessarily be to do more, but to turn up fully for our lives and experience deeply the beauty in each moment:
The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed,
whether or not we will or sense them.
The least we can do is try to be there.
Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.
Our passing dramas stand in contrast to the enduring parts of nature, which goes back inside itself at this time of year, and then starts again.
The oak tree
loves patience,
the mountain is
still looking,
as it has for centuries,
for a word to say about
the gradual way it
slides itself
back to the
world below
to begin again,
in another life,
to be fertile.
When the wind blows
the grass
whistles and whispers
in myths and riddles
and not in our language
but one far older.
The sea is the sea is
always the sea.
These things
you can count on
as you walk about the world
happy or sad,
talky or silent, making
weapons, love, poems.
The briefest of fires.
Mary Oliver, Patience
The shortest days of the year. The balance between light and darkness. A time to let go of those thoughts which hold us back and stand firm in that which we are
I move in the descent of days
from what was dreamed to what remains.
Wendell Berry, Boone
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