“Many of the old understandings to which I had been addicted were stripped away, leaving a desertlike spaciousness where my customary props and securities no longer existed. Grace was able to flow into this emptiness, and something new was able to grow. Fresh understandings took root, and the insights that emerged were clearer, simpler, and more beautiful.”― Gerald G. May, Addiction and Grace: Love and Spirituality in the Healing of Addictions
“There is something in every one of you that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in yourself. It is the only true guide you will ever have. And if you cannot hear it, you will all of your life spend your days on the ends of strings that somebody else pulls.”― Howard Thurman
Scatter seeds frivolously each day.
Seeking no reciprocation, no counting or comparing.
An outpouring, a river, a fountain.
Smiles, laughter, listening, observing, gazing, gratitude, generosity, kindness, joy, delight, more laughter, music, nature, compassion, concern, waiting, savoring, acceptance, belonging, welcoming, seeking, quiet, embracing, flowers ablaze with color, heart filled with love.
Some desert, some fertile soil, we know not which until the seeds land, take root.
So cast with abandon.
No bloom without seed.
“Return with flowers to all the stones that are thrown at you.
There will be a time when your enemies’ stones will run out,
and so they will only be able to throw at you
the same flowers they received from you.”― Augusto Branco