With the so-called Christmas Rush upon us once again it can be hard to get space to remember the real meaning of these days. Butt behind the rush the slow gentle breathing of Advent, our time of preparation for the coming of Christ at Christmas, may be heard if we become quiet enough to hear….
Dawn Sitting. To sit in stillness as dawn wakes, is a sacred joy. Keeping watch as first light illumines the heart’s altar, calling it from its flickering candled dream-darkness into the now, of awake awareness; is to dwell within a daily resurrection. Sitting still I allow Divine attention to breathe blessing through me upon…
Autumnal Wood Wisdom Enter slowly, and with reverence, the golden autumnal woods, and then, stopping beneath their vaulted sylvan sanctuary, allow their burnished beauty of bronzed leaf, polished nut, and, shining fruit to reflect deep eternal richness of Divine generosity, always gifting grace in each moment, of Heaven’s harvesting, to breathe its blessing through…
In the end there can be only one desire… that the Will of God is done In the end there can be only one prayer… that the Will of God may be done In the end there is only one activity possible… that the Will of God is done… and that is Love; Love…
Do not fear the desert. Do not fear the darkness. Just keep praying and loving… Only in the desert places of our lives will prayer and love become one… and when they finally do then the darkness is filled with light and the WAY is discovered… The desert and the darkness often become the tools…
Stormlight: Storms bring their own light; sharp lined and lightening cut, by which old truth assumes the beauty of the new and Mother Earth eden breathes again, if only for a moment. Their rain, drilling down, brooks no opposition, gives no quarter, and must be simply received and submitted to, abandoning any pretense at…