Giving thanks unlocks the gate we have closed to God’s presence. It is like a secret password that is so simple and obvious we overlooked it. The principle is that gratitude opens into presence. So as we lift our hearts in gratitude we become more aware of God’s presence and we enter his realm. Gratitute […]
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Today is one of those days where the sky takes your breath away. An armada of vapor giants are puffing out their white chests as they pass overhead. They move swiftly, accepting their place in the unfathomable blue depths. Everything within and without seems sharper and crisper, and able to respond. The grasses bend and
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When a sacred space opens amidst the chaos and stress of life it is often unexpected and triggered by something as simple as a deep breath, a fresh scent, or a babies smile. It has the power to launch a wave of gratitude that moves into our inner city like a liberating force clearing the
White sails, hope unfurled, wind-whipped, slicing the sea. Ocean spray, salt taste, stinging the face, a foretaste. Bow bounding into blue mystery, riding high, and happy at the helm. We are bound together on a high adventure, and joined with the sea, we become three. The blue expanse, the unfathomable depths, I feel the sea
God “is the one whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere.” St. Bonaventure
Since, by virtue of my consent, I shall have become a living particle of the Body of Christ, all that affects me must in the end help on the growth of the total Christ. Christ will flood into and over me, me and my cosmos. . . . May my acceptance be ever more complete,
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Suffering is like a door, and the hinge of that door is our intension. Our intension emerges from a deep place of interior freedom. We can either close the door, and wall ourselves off, creating a space of bitterness and self isolation, or we can open the door by making ourselves an offering, and in
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As I walk in fields of thought, and feel the the crunch of earth below. Something arrises out of the plain, a wind of being, without a name. What embraces me, no hands can hold or eye can see. It breathes into me, like the sea, eternal and free.
The manna that God provided for the Israelites in the dessert is described as flakes like hoarfrost or dew upon the ground. It was not recognizable as bread, and they did not see it falling from heaven, it just appeared in the morning as naturally as the dew. Here we have a mysterious interplay between
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The entrance way is constricted, and cloaked, my own breath I breathe, and I’m choked A single candle flickers in the hall, and my thoughts cast shadows on the wall I move quickly past this scary host of haunting, taunting, self-ghosts. The faint smell of embers in hearth, Gives courage to draw me further in.
