Sunday’s door 

 

Standing before these two doors I can’t help but smile. They are unique both in color and shape. Passing through either door could feel like the beginning of an adventure.
We wake to another day filled with choices. Whether routine or unexpected – choices are always before us.

They can feel overwhelming – maybe because the choices we make are often held close to keep the options near (in case we change our minds). But like the passing of a minute, making one choice moves us forward on a unique path. It is best to follow that path with a lighter load.

May today’s choices feel settling and even bring delight.

 


Doors- Tokyo (Pinterest)

All in Good Time- Friday’s door


The past, the present and a hint of the future – this is how we are created over time. We only know what is beyond a door by pulling on its old hinges and walking over its threshold. These actions often come with feelings of eagerness and hesitation.

All in good time… until then may you find blessing in the beauty of new growth and the strength of steps taken before you.


Door of the day… (Vezelay, France)

An adventure and a challenge

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How hard is it – To not know exactly what is happening? To worry can make confusion and fear circle the mind and spirit.  

How hard is it -To not know where it is all going? To worry can cause a freeze as one  attempts to control something that cannot be controlled. .  

Thank you, Thomas Merton. May we take steps needed on this journey – brave and filled with hope. 

Bravely through the door


Risk itself is a process of constant unfolding. And taking risks is the process of peeling back the layers of what you are and who you want to be.

PHOEBE ENG

to face the wind

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I have seen the Spirit moving behind the gathering clouds, with wings the color of rainbows. I have watched the light of creation split the sky, as angels pound the drums of heaven. What is holy is not what is tame, what is divine is as wild as a desert rain. Love is not a timid breeze, but a storm of change, sweeping the comfortable before it like leaves, blowing the dust off our ordered lives, challenging us to dare the elements of our own vision. What is holy is not what is tame, so when you stand to pray, stand facing the wind.


Possibilities 

 
Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me … Anything can happen, child. Anything can be. –

Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends