I am back. I will take time and engage slowly. I have had a productive several months with writing and reading. My dissertationi went in to the committee last night and I am getting ready for my research proposal defense in the next month or so.
It is important to live in the moment which is the only time we can exist.
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Rumi ❤
Truth Calls
I love Khalil Gibran poetry/prose and those look like bleeding hearts in the picture. My mom and her mom always had them in our yard. They are beautiful and fit the poetry.
In heaven there are no smartphones
Some days I just rely on humour. When I am in church, I notice how many people use their cell phones and text. I wonder, if God texts?
Dignity For The Damned
This is a powerful message about those who are often marginalized. To reach out even with a smile or a nod, sometimes is what speaks the loudest.
Being Drawn
Two days in a row I re-blog a post quoting Rumi. He just finds a way into one’s heart with words and images of inspiration. Beauty is found in everyday events as we loosen the cobwebs from our eyes and realize that everything shows itself as a gift that we are drawn towards.
731. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. ~Rumi
Emmanuel Levinas was a Talmudic scholar who suggested the ethical response when we are called is Here I Am. He said that was actually a question. When we respond to the Other in that manner, we are asking what can I do for you. Seeing the two Rumi quotes reminded me of that ethical response that is a question.
Love’s secret is always lifting
its head out from under the covers,
“Here I am!”
~Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks
Morning’s first light
kisses the day to wakefulness
and announces Yahweh’s presence.
See it!
Feel it!
Taste it!
Touch it!
Hear the secrets
the dawn has to tell!
~Natalie Scarberry
The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy. ~Psalm 65:8 ✝
there is…
Rumi has such simple and profound messages. We can see what others feel through those windows. There is a shimmering that happens and makes us feel complete.
Because Kindness Matters
It always does. Alfonso Lingis writes that sometimes just being present is the most important thing and the words we say. Kind acts speak and tell the Other that they are recognized.
What do you hear when you look at a tree?
This reminded me of Thich Nhat Hanh who describes an oak tree at Plum Village. He advises retreat attendees to take time, hug the tree, and listen to what it says. Deep ecology operates on the same premise. Nature has something to show us. We have to stop and listen with our hearts.
When we were in Gatlinburg Tn, we got this face for my Mom and Dad’s tree. The face is still there. From where I sat it looked like the leaves of the tree appeared to be hair for this face. I started thinking about trees. When I was young I used to collect leaves and other plants to identify them. My father helped me to know which tree was what. He also knew the bark. One time his sister asked him to come up and see if her trees had Dutch Elm disease. He drove up and got out of the car and looked at the trees and said “No. These are Oak trees”. He got back into the car and his sister said “For heaven’s sake, come on in. You came all this way.” He had completed his mission and the trees weren’t elms. He could see by their…
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Barefoot In The Sacred
This beautiful poem reminded me of the Alfred North Whitehead that the past and future always meet in the sacred, holy ground of the present. We cannot be any other place except in our thoughts which create a fantastic future and idealized past.
Step outside the garden door,
with bare feet on cold concrete,
and after the realisation that it’s not so bad,
you can bear it,
move on to the dew wet morning grass,
to the uncut patch,
where the secret life within grounds you
to the heart of your heart,
to the world heart,
to the one sacred whole where you know yourself in everything,
where everything has it’s peace,
and even inanimate objects
find their rest in the sacred.
Teacher as Transformer 