I believe that the world was created and approved by love,
that it subsists, coheres, and endures by love, and that,
insofar as it is redeemable, it can be redeemed only by love.
Quote: Wendell Berry
A Prayer for Your Wild Soul
Give yourself time to make a prayer that will become the prayer of your soul. Listen to the voices of longing in your soul. Listen to your hungers. Give attention to the unexpected that lives around the rim of your life. Listen to your memory and to the in rush of your future, to the voices of those near you and those you have lost. Out of all of that attention to your soul, make a prayer that is big enough for your wild soul, yet tender enough for your shy and awkward vulnerability; that has enough healing to gain the ointment of divine forgiveness for your wounds; enough truth and vigour to challenge your blindness and complacency; enough graciousness and vision to mirror your immortal beauty. Write a prayer that is worthy of the destiny to which you have been called.
Quote: John O’Donohue
Excerpt from ETERNAL ECHOES
Photo: Ann Cahill
Monday Morning Wake-Up Call (February 11th)
Soft blue of dawn even when it is Monday morning – grateful for creation’s rhythm…
thank you, David Kanigan
The moon is out. The ice is gone. Patches of white
lounge on the wet meadow. Moonlit darkness at 6 a.m.
Again from the porch these blue mornings I hear an eagle’s cries
like God is out across the bay rubbing two mineral sheets together
slowly, with great pressure.
A single creature’s voice—or just the loudest one.
Others speak with eyes: they watch—
the frogs and beetles, sleepy bats, ones I can’t see.
Their watching is their own stamp on the world…
I steel myself for the day.
~ Nellie Bridge, from “February 11″ from Echotheo Review, July 18, 2011
Notes: Poem from 3 Quarks Daily. Winter Moon photo in Norway by Maren Fredagsvik
Awake
Awake my dear, be kind to your sleeping heart; take it out into the vast fields of light and let it breathe.
~ Háfiz
(from Contemporary Monk FB page)
