“The winds and the waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.” – Edward Gibbon
“You can’t stop the waves, but you can learn to surf.” – Jon Kabat-Zinn
Learn to surf and stop talking about the waves.
Focus on what’s in your control and release the rest.
In tune, new thoughts, flip the equation.
Moment to moment, be prepared to be surprised.
Allow wonder to enter and sit beside you.
Surfing, riding the energy, becoming the current.
Harness the wind, ride the waves.
“The real meditation practice is how we live our lives from moment to moment to moment.” – Jon Kabat-Zinn
“All the trees are losing their leaves, and not one of them is worried.” – Donald Miller
“Time really is a circle; I can see that now. We are trapped between a past we can’t return to and a future that is uncertain. And it takes guts to live here, in the hard space between anticipation and realization.”— No Cure for Being Human: (And Other Truths I Need to Hear) – Kate Bowler
Joy is not an occurrence but a state of mind, a decision, a thread woven through circumstances, a foundation.
Hope is not futile but a necessity, a staple, the main ingredient to surviving difficult days and seasons, a promise that is kept with time and perseverance of daring to continue on without turning back. Grit.
Grace is not understandable but a daily gift from God, an unreasonable, unexplainable, unconditional love.
Peace is a worthy pursuit, attainable and begins within. Start with self, home and then move into the world with your example, map, model. Show the way.
The world is not flat. Go to its edges to broaden your view, deepen your understanding. You will not fall off.
A place, space and season for everything under heaven.
Joy. Hope. Grace. Peace. To You. To All.
“Yes, there’s a right time and way for everything, even though, unfortunately, we miss it for the most part.” – Ecclesiastes 8:6 (MSG)
“The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.” – Neil Gaiman
Life is an essay not multiple choice.
A journey not a checklist.
A mystery and comedy.
Rich with context, content and connection.
Emptied with loss, change and struggle.
Filled with love, light and joy.
Many choices and answers.
Decisions made, not made.
Fight, flight, freeze.
In it all.
In the nouns, verbs and prepositions.
We write the story.
Others write the story.
Life writes the story.
God writes the story.
It continues, expands, contracts.
Find the gifts, grit and grace in it all.
Keep writing, editing, rewriting.
A work in progress.
“If we are lucky, we see God in something really mysterious, like a miracle. But mostly we see God in regular surprises like love and forgiveness.”— No Cure for Being Human: (And Other Truths I Need to Hear) by Kate Bowler
“God is the place where I do not remember the rest.” – Joseph Joubert
A BLESSING FOR BEING HUMAN
“Blessed are we, living in this small space, in these bodies we now inhabit, within the walls of circumstance, in these short years and finite strength, and with these eyes that see only so far. We are fragile, contingent beings.
Yet blessed are we, recognizing that it is our limits as well as our gifts that can shape the natural contours of what is possible, that guide us to what is ours to do.
Blessed are we when it is not our greatness that speaks, but our littleness. For it is our vulnerability that is the truest thing about us, the place where mutual connection is possible, where competition ends and community begins.
And oh how blessed are we in our fragility and dependence and brokenness, knowing that You, O God, hold all things together. There is no cure for being human…but for each other, we are all good medicine.” – Kate Bowler
May you be blessed today and each day with awareness and gratitude for the gift of being human and the grace of God in the midst of all of it.
“Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.” – Rabindranath Tagore
“Believe in the holy contour of life.” – Jack Kerouac
Pause to see the detail in things, places, others, in yourself
Beneath and below the surface
Awaiting discovery, to be found
The shapes, dimension, contours, edges, complexity, contradictions, connections
Be willing to move into the unknowing, the mystery, the depth
Allow it to unfold, to be enamored, in awe
Holy, sacred, formative moments that wake us to the present
The gift in the simple, in observation, in gratitude
“Take a walk with a turtle. And behold the world in pause.” – Bruce Feiler
Pause for a moment to stillness, study what is in front of you, reset and begin again new.
“It’s not only moving that creates new starting points. Sometimes all it takes is a subtle shift in perspective, an opening of the mind, an intentional pause and reset, or a new route to start to see new options and new possibilities.” – Kristin Armstrong
“Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.” – Lydia M. Child
“At times in our pink innocence, we lie fallow, composting, waiting to grow.
And other times we rush headlong like so many of our ancestors.
But rushing or fallow, it doesn’t matter
One day you’ll round a corner, you’ll blink
And something is missing
Your heart, a memory, a limb, a promise, a person
An innocence is gone
Your path, as though channeled through a spectrum, is refracted, and has left you in a new direction.
Some won’t approve
Some will want the other you
And some will cry that you’ve left it all
But what has happened, has happened, and cannot be undone.
We pay for our laughter. We pay to weep. Knowledge is not cheap.
To survive we must return to our senses…touch, taste, smell, sight, sound.
We must let our spirit guide us, our spirit that lives in breath.
With each breath we inhale, we exhale.
We inspire, we expire.
Every breath holds the possibility of a laugh, a cry, a story, a song.
Every conversation is an exchange of spirit, the words flowing bitter or sweet over the tongue.
Every scar is a monument to a battle survived.
When you’re born into loss, you grow from it.
But when you experience loss later in life, you grow toward it.
A slow move to an embrace,
An embrace that holds tight the beauty wrapped in the grotesque,
An embrace that becomes a dance, a new dance, a dance of pink.”
May you dance with pink
May all of your senses embrace grace and gratitude
The frailties, imperfections and brilliance of this life
Exhale, inhale, exhale, return to your breath and the present
Grow toward it all and fall forward into the newness of this very day.