Following the thread…


Quote: Bishop Steven Charleston

…to the limits of your longing

Thank you, Rebecca Lyman.

Life’s frame

We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny, but what we put into it is ours.

This week I reached my 60th year! No one can describe what 60 will feel like any more than they can describe 25. But oh how amazing it is to have reached that day. Ask anyone in my family and friends they will agree – I LOVE to celebrate my birthday. When the pumpkins are carved and on neighborhood porches I begin anticipating its arrival. Almost like a pre-party, I feel the excitement as children (both young and young-at-heart) sport their costumes and collect the sweet delights waiting in doorways and homes.

To my surprise this birthday has been more emotional than I expected. Memories have been sharpened as I have rolled through the years that brought me to now. So many moments – sometimes seconds – could have turned my life in such a different direction. Adapt and adjust – this has been my pattern for living. I have always tried to focus on gratitude whatever the situation. Often this has been easy as I have traveled, studied, worked and played in some amazing places with equally amazing people.

My independence may rely on others yet I claim it as mine always ready to consider new opportunities. In the difficult seasons I have been blessed with the care and attention needed to regain health and strength. And there have been some challenging times – no need to list the details but just to say I have experienced plenty of life changes. Some which may have slowed my pace but never kept me from reaching out for ways to stay connected and creative.

Maybe I am not so surprised to experience emotion on this birthday. There is much to remember, times that shaped my life in unexpected yet grace/filled ways.

As Dag Hammarskjold is quoted, we may not choose destiny’s frame but how that frame is filled must be of our doing. My frame has been challenged to hold an abundance of experiences that make up my life’s story. It has more to hold as hours move ahead into days and years ahead.

I will move forward with my same sense of adventure. Yet I am grateful for the pause to give thanks for all I’ve experienced in my journey to now.

60- who can ever guess what this day will feel like?! With a rush of gratitude I check to secure the corners of ‘my’ frame and roll ahead into the next decade!


Quote: DAG HAMMARSKJOLD
Image: unknown

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St. Francis today

We should seek not so much to pray
but to become prayer.

Francis of Assisi

As we move through this week carrying shock from the weekend events in Las Vegas, many questions are asked – how do we share this deep grief of the loss and pain suffered, why would this happen, what can we do to make certain this does not happen again?

How do we pray? What can we do? Change – takes time and great patience. Each small step builds toward making a larger impact.

St. Francis offers some insight. May our prayer be woven within our actions. May our actions be led by prayer.

We Are Here

The table where you ate

For your sake we are here, not for our own.
Why should I ever complain about working in the shop where you did?
And the table, earth, where are you ate – isn’t that enough for me?
Your legs stretched out across every particle of space I might ever encounter;
the wise could build monuments here because of this.
If my senses were less dull the scent of your breath would enter me,
For you exhaled something of your soul into this world, and what you do does last.
For your sake, Beloved, we are here, not for our own,
no matter what directions our thoughts and actions may turn.
When dawn pulls the veil from my eye,
The scent of your breath will enter me forever,
and lift every sail.


Quote: A Year with Hafiz- Daily Contemplations
Daniel Landinsky

Image: Playa del amor, México
(National Geographic)

The Way – revisited

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I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.
Rumi 

I posted this quote on my blog in 2015. Over the last 2 years I have taken note when it appeared on the list of my entries visited.

It is a gentle invitation with an outstretched hand feeling strong and trustworthy. When a journey begins to wear on one’s spirit it is good to be encouraged and strengthened by another.

Over the last few months I have begun to notice this post visited more and more. Toward the end of July the number reached 300+. I cannot say I am surprised. Many people continue to seek direction in a very confusing landscape. The way is beginning to feel very narrow. Looking ahead while trying to keep balance is a lot of work. And it seems there are risks at every turn.

I envision our current quest to be somewhat like the bridge in the above picture. The rocks are close which makes focus crucial. We believe that each of us have our own steps to take along this journey – the way. It is not unusual to end up lost or alone as we stretch beyond ourselves in search of hope and promise.

Where is the way? Is it a destination or a path? What steps do we take when we are not exactly certain about the direction? Like any other pilgrimage people go together even though each person’s experience is different.

It is good to be encouraged. Journeys can be rocky and filled with unexpected moments. A gentle hand, a band of seekers longing for light and hope – we have this in common. Along the way we can take turns being the one who invites or the one who turns to follow.

The way is – there is no description but a call to trust and to share in a vision of this world where all know they are ok – just as they are.

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Becoming sacred

 

 

There is no spot on earth that ever became sacred until something danced there:
Maybe it was just an atom or two.

Strange now the seriousness I see around the shrines of perfect saints
whose feet once wept ecstatic tears
as they moved upon the sun they saw beneath our every step.

There is no place in existence that ever became sacred until something sang there,
Even be at just a molecule. That is enough. I hear they croon all the time.


Quote: Hafiz – Daniel Landinsky
Photo: Paul Morris

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