As I express my gratitude, I become more deeply aware of it.
And the greater my awareness, the greater my need to express it.
Quote: BR. DAVID STEINDL-RAST
PHOTO: BILL WILLIAMS
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
Image: Playa del amor, México
So come to the pond,
Or the river of your imagination,
Or the harbor of your longing,
And put your lips to the world,
And live your life.
Quote: Mary Oliver
Photo: Contemplative Monk
In the stillness of the quiet, if we listen, we can hear the whisper of the heart giving strength to weakness, courage to fear, hope to despair.
"In the stillness of the quiet, if we listen,". How do we listen to quiet? It may have nothing to do with the work of our ears. Listening to quiet is the work of the heart, the delight of the soul.
Heart and soul – always waiting for us to slow down, to settle in a way that only our breath is noticed. Only then are we still enough to receive the gifts of heart and soul. Their gifts of strength, courage and hope.
When the world is quiet – listen. May you hear the heart's whisper as it rekindles courage and hope.
Quote: HOWARD THURMAN