“Grace, like water, flows to the lowest part.”― Philip Yancey
“Sometimes we are joyful because we have known grief. Sometimes we know grief because we have dwelled— for full long days or microcosmic minutes—in the sun-soaked luminescence of joy.”― Heather Lanier, Raising a Rare Girl: A Memoir
A mixed bag.
Struggle and ease.
Sorrow and joy.
Fear and courage.
Surface and deep.
Weeds and flowers.
Fast and slow.
Waiting and arrival.
Yesterday and tomorrow.
All together in our days.
More unknowing than knowing.
Love, beauty, awe, wonder, hope, inquiry, reflection, peace, grace.
Dwell here in the unraveling and revealing.
“Sorrow eats time. Be patient. Time eats sorrow.”― Louise Erdrich, LaRose
“An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.”― Hafiz
“The secret of life is to let every segment of it produce its own yield at its own pace. Every period has something new to teach us: The harvest of youth is achievement; the harvest of middle age is perspective; the harvest of age is wisdom; the harvest of life is serenity.” – Joan Chittister, The Monastery Almanac
Wherever you are in this moment, be fully present.
Listen, look, inquire.
What is right in front of you? Notice.
Sow, tend, harvest each day.
Awake heart, light abundant, beauty overflowing.
“Maybe we give up so we can more fully receive. Maybe we give up so we receive something better than what our small minds had wanted.”― Heather Lanier, Raising a Rare Girl: A Memoir
“I can smell autumn dancing in the breeze. The sweet chill of pumpkin, and crisp sunburnt leaves.”– Ann Drake
“October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!”― Rainbow Rowell , Attachments
Crisp mornings and eves
Warm sun nestled between
Colors transforming into a rich tapestry
Remain and rest in the beauty of October harvest and bounty
Preparation for dormancy to return yet again to spring
Take a season at a time and open the gifts each offers.
“There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir: We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls, and calls each vagabond by name.”― William Bliss
“If your mind is empty, it is always ready for anything; it is open to everything. In the beginner’s mind there are many possibilities; in the expert’s mind there are few.”― Shunryu Suzuki, Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind
Begin anew, each day.
Choice, possibilities, abundance.
The road revealed by movement, a step at a time.
Empty canvas to be kissed by your brush.
Fill it with swirls, shapes, brilliant bright colors.
Transformation abound, plentiful.
Enter the unfolding.
Dive into the deep end.
Make the road.
“Searcher, there is no road. We make the road by walking.”― Brian Christian, The Most Human Human
“Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
“There’s a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.” – Rumi
Full and complete.
Cracked and tender.
“It’s okay that these bodies we live in are not always the promises we’d wished for. Life is full beneath this cracked porcelain. Inside this tender flesh.”― Heather Lanier, Raising a Rare Girl: A Memoir
“Kindness is the only strength there is.”― Gregory Boyle, Tattoos on the Heart: The Power of Boundless Compassion
“There’s no easy way to do this.
So do it right:
weep, laugh, watch, pray, love,
live, give thanks and praise;
comfort, mend, honor,
and remember.”― Thomas Lynch
Joy and struggle, pushing and pulling, awe and unknowing.
A current under the waves.
Lightning filling the sky.
Energy and power abound.
Harness and hold.
Enter and experience it all.
May generosity of heart, lightness of spirit and anchor of soul be your compass.
“Just assume the answer to every question is compassion.”― Gregory Boyle
“Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen.” – David Wagoner
“We are gradually losing the art of silence. Of walking down the street lost in our own thoughts. Of closing the door to our rooms and being quiet. Of sitting on a park bench and just thinking. We may fear silence because we fear what we might hear from the deepest parts of ourselves. We may be afraid to hear that “still small” voice. What might it say? Might it ask us to change?”― James Martin, SJ
May curiosity be your compass.
Silence your friend.
Unfolding and unfurling into the deep woods of unknowing, becoming.
“When I think of the wisest people I know, they share one defining trait: curiosity. They turn away from the minutiae of their lives-and focus on the world around them. They are motivated by the desire to explore the unfamiliar. They are drawn toward what they don’t understand.”― Dani Shapiro, Still Writing: The Perils and Pleasures of a Creative Life
“I have learned that faith means trusting in advance what will only make sense in reverse.”― Philip Yancey
“One of the biggest regrets of life, I think, is a sense of having gone on the trip but missed the adventure.”― Gary Haugen
Don’t bypass, skip, miss the adventure.
Say “no” often to make room for more “yes’s”
The right things, ordinary moments, beauty woven in each day.
Detours, delays, rerouting all apart of the journey, not inconveniences, but inflection points.
People, places, spaces to enter, reside and celebrate this very short ride.