(Blue Heron by Isaac Bignell, 1959-1995, Canadian Cree artist)
THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS
“When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” Wendell Berry
we live in a time with the sound of the slightest night noise can awaken our hearts with worry. No one knows what to expect – bombarded with news, repetitive and…
A broken globe
Come and fill our hearts with Your peace
A world in pieces
A broken heart
A heart in pieces
Come and fill our hearts with Your Love
There can be beauty in what is broken
And when the heart is broken many new things may fall in
Sending love to all who weep today
Sending healing prayers for all who feel broken
May we reach out and touch someone in need …
This world is broken. As anger and fear raises in volume, I reflect on a saying passed down for many generations. “Actions speak louder than words.” In this moment we have a choice. We can retreat in fear or step-out in faith to offer hope. We can give in to despair or reach out with kindness. Initially these actions may feel foreign as we work to move through our own fear and despair. Yet one act of kindness can draw out another, until the sounds of anger and fear are calmed by the echoes of care and compassion.
“Actions speak louder than words.” – for the sake of this broken world, let us choose to act in love.
There is no life without storms. Woven in the fabric of our stories the storm often helps us realize our priorities. Exposed to these elements of nature, we are given time. Time for the waters and wind to wash, to clear our clutter and distraction. Without this wash, our spirits are burdened leaving us with heavy, slow steps as we try to move forward.
The rain is important, puddles are essential. They wash and lighten our load with playful, dancing steps. This is a good reflection as we live into the days of Lent. The act of cleansing is liken to the purge experienced while wandering in the wilderness.
Either way these opportunities bring clarity and can encourage stronger connections to one’s faith and direction. May Lent, these 40 days offer moments enriched by the wash of water and pure cleansing by time in the wilderness.
(borrowed from Lisa Richey at lisa’s Cheap Therapy Blog
Our lives are filled with projects. We awaken each day to schedules that pack the minutes of an hour and never feel like there are enough hours to complete our tasks. We pride ourselves in the ability to ‘multi-task’. Still, we lay our heads on night’s pillow unsettled and stressed – one more call should have been made, one more task was left hanging.
A story is told of a Zen master joining his student in a cafe for a morning meal. After quietly gaining perspective on his surroundings, he noticed a woman alone at a table. She was drinking a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. With concern in his face, he turned to his student: ‘See this woman – she cannot be conscious of her actions. When you read the paper, only read. When you lift your cup, only drink. To be mindful, one must do one action at a time. It is enough.’
One action at a time. This is so contrary to the pace our culture has set. A simple statement that rings so clear – One action at a time. Maybe it is goal to be reached (we all need goals) yet for now allow yourself the gift of closing today with the thought – what was accomplished this day was enough.