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Dear Friends ~ The year after my first child was born could have been called A Crash Course in the Contemplative Life. Overnight my daily landscape shifted from the external and the social, to the internal and the domestic. My driving need for productivity and efficiency made no sense in a newborn's routine. I faced rhythmic but unscheduled days with swaths of quiet time. A part of me panicked without the markers of purpose and meaning I had always used to define myself, but the new pulse of our home and the simple yet powerful needs of my baby created a steady familiarity with silence.
Katrina Kenison
Mitten Strings for God
Once we begin to see our lives within our own families as opportunities for spiritual
development, the possibility of inner growth is unlimited. Home is no longer just a
place to eat and sleep, but a school for our souls and spirits. Each day yields its
lesson, and our children and partners become our teachers. We find our rhythm and
learn to harmonize. We learn how to cherish and care for one another and how to
care for our own souls as well. We learn to dance together, how to lead and when
to follow. In so doing, we bring about changes both large and small, for our
children, nurtured by rhythm, may ultimately heal and restore the rhythm of the
world.
David Whyte
The House of Belonging
This is the bright home
In which I live,
This is where
I ask
My friends
To come,
This is where I want to love all the things
It has taken me so long
To learn to love.
Sean Caulfield
The God of Ordinary People
God who loves us knows us. We long to be known, not only from the outside but from within. We feel that if others knew us as we really are, with our hopes, dreams and struggles to be whole, they would have a compassionate and tolerant love for us. Conversely, were we to live for an hour within the mind of another, even that of a social outcast, we would come away humbled and more understanding. We cannot know people from within, only from without and with difficulty despite our love. Not so with God. The Spirit of God has been poured out on us. God has made a home in us.
St. Augustine
...the house of my soul is narrow; enlarge it that thou mayest enter in.
John Fox
Finding What You Didn't Lose
When someone deeply listens to you
it is like holding out a dented cup
you've had since childhood
and watching it fill up with
cold, fresh water.
When it balances on top of the brim,
you are understood.
When it overflows and touches your skin,
You are loved...
When someone deeply listens to you,
your bare feet are on the earth
and a beloved land that seemed distant
is now at home within you.
Shakti Gawain
Let go into the clear light, trust it, merge with it,
and enter the Silence, your true home.
The more light you allow within you,
the brighter the world you live in will be.
The stars up in the bright sky
When it's nighttime.
The people eating inside.
The animals eating outside.
Amen.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
What if becoming who and what we truly are happens not through striving and trying but by recognizing and receiving the people and places and practices that offer us the warmth of encouragement when we need to unfold?
How would this shape the choices you make about how to spend today?
Naomi Shihab Nye
A Maze Me
Because this bird is singing to me,
I belong to the wide wind,
The people far away who share
The air and the clouds.
Together we are looking up
Into all we do not own
And we are listening.
God has made a home in us
God who loves us knows us. We long to be known, not only from the outside but from within. We feel that if others knew us as we really are, with our hopes, dreams and struggles to be whole, they would have a compassionate and tolerant love for us. Conversely, were we to live for an hour within the mind of another, even that of a social outcast, we would come away humbled and more understanding. We cannot know people from within, only from without and with difficulty despite our love. Not so with God. The Spirit of God has been poured out on us. God has made a home in us.
The warmth of encouragement when we need to unfold
What if becoming who and what we truly are happens not through striving and trying but by recognizing and receiving the people and places and practices that offer us the warmth of encouragement when we need to unfold?
How would this shape the choices you make about how to spend today?
Your true home
Let go into the clear light, trust it, merge with it,
and enter the Silence, your true home.
The more light you allow within you,
the brighter the world you live in will be.
The forest that always surrounded us
I love you, gentlest of Ways...
You, the great homesickness we could never shake off,
you, the forest that always surrounded us...
Home is no longer just a place to eat and sleep
Once we begin to see our lives within our own families as opportunities for spiritual
development, the possibility of inner growth is unlimited. Home is no longer just a
place to eat and sleep, but a school for our souls and spirits. Each day yields its
lesson, and our children and partners become our teachers. We find our rhythm and
learn to harmonize. We learn how to cherish and care for one another and how to
care for our own souls as well. We learn to dance together, how to lead and when
to follow. In so doing, we bring about changes both large and small, for our
children, nurtured by rhythm, may ultimately heal and restore the rhythm of the
world.
The stars up in the bright sky
The stars up in the bright sky
When it's nighttime.
The people eating inside.
The animals eating outside.
Amen.
When someone deeply listens to you
When someone deeply listens to you
it is like holding out a dented cup
you've had since childhood
and watching it fill up with
cold, fresh water.
When it balances on top of the brim,
you are understood.
When it overflows and touches your skin,
You are loved...
When someone deeply listens to you,
your bare feet are on the earth
and a beloved land that seemed distant
is now at home within you.
The house of my soul is narrow
...the house of my soul is narrow; enlarge it that thou mayest enter in.
I belong to the wide wind
Because this bird is singing to me,
I belong to the wide wind,
The people far away who share
The air and the clouds.
Together we are looking up
Into all we do not own
And we are listening.
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