Gather 'round…
On Tuesday of Holy Week, as we approach the Passion, we are often spent. Lent has wrung us dry, we are expectant yet exhausted, and we long for the warm fuzzy feelings of different days. If we are to travel with Christ, we must have more than feelings to fuel our faith. George MacDonald, mentor... Continue Reading →
I can’t seem go too many months without a Cast Light reblog; apparently it’s that time. Always with the perfect words. Always at the perfect time. Thank you, Cast Light.
“May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.”
– An Old Irish Blessing
When the road is uncertain, the wind is in your face, the clouds hide the sun and the storms are strong, may we know, trust and believe that we remain in the palm of His hand, held even closer.
Be the road that guides the lost, the shield that blocks the wind, the light that radiates warmth and the midst that quenches a thirst.
Just around the corner of patience and faith, the road rises, the wind subsides, the sun awaits and the symphony of soft rain quiets the soul.
No matter if lost or found, the truth remains. We…
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One of my favorite blogs, full of inspiration and grace. With so much noise, it is lovely to have light cast your way.
KJ
“All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.” – Havelock Ellis
To explore unhindered
To release the longing spirit
To wander into wonder
To discover adventure where you’ve walked before
To find what has always been in reach
Off leash of what binds and holds you back
Free from self-imposed limitations
Free from expectations
Free from the past and future
Free from maps, plans and time
Free to embrace and be embraced
Go off leash today and take it all in.
“The ground we walk on, the plants and creatures, the clouds above constantly dissolving into new formations – each gift of nature possessing its own radiant energy, bound together by cosmic harmony.” – Ruth Bernhard
I judge. It is what I do. I am a people watcher from the word go, and for me it is not generally an exercise in edification, mine nor those so tormented to be found beneath my gaze. I do work very hard to stand in the way of my own comfort at the bench,... Continue Reading →
Vacation let-down. Back-to-the-grind blahs. Post-traumatic stress disorder. Whatever you call it, I haven't missed it. It used to hit me hard. Every time I left home, every time company abandoned me, I would struggle with the realities of after-shock. At least a day, sometimes several, would be lost to my inability to cope gracefully with... Continue Reading →
Some years ago, in the midst of some particularly dark times, a wise man pulled a wiser quote out of his wise pastoral hat. It took me by surprise, dried my tears mid-descent, and returned me to the path I was to be following. No pomp or fanfare - and only a little wimpering. Never... Continue Reading →
When that notorious beauty-lover Oscar Wilde announced in The Decay of Lying, "Nobody of any real culture... ever talks nowadays about the beauty of a sunset. Sunsets are quite old-fashioned," sunsets reeled under the blow, then recovered. ~Susan Sontag, An Argument About Beauty The question of beauty is, as they say, subjective. Sadly, it changes with the... Continue Reading →
My first reblog. How exciting. Thanks to Andrew at Andrew’s View of the Week, I recently stumbled upon Cast Light, an treasure trove of encouragement to always cast light, rather than shadow in our lives. And who doesn’t need that encouragement? Thanks, Andrew!
Groove on, Cast Light!
“And somehow the transformation you knew would never come, that impossible plumping of fresh life and revelation, does come. It manifests itself in unseen slowness. So it would happen to me and so it will happen to all who set out to knead their pain and wounds, their hopes and hungers, into bread. Waiting for the yeasting of the human soul.” – Sue Monk Kidd, When the Heart Waits
We rush and get busy to do something, anything to make the waiting seem less and go faster. But in the waiting, the quiet, if we listen and trust, we find ourselves yet again. And time is not wasted in the waiting. We are right in the middle of becoming who we are meant to be, molded by patience and grace.
We arrive and depart, become and transform again and again. Growing and wilting, blooming again with a depth of beauty that only…
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