Just as I Suspected
It is a noisy world. We are continually dodging words thrown around without care–all is analyzed. With little regard for their effect, opinions fly.
Is there a place where people live free of criticism and praise? Can this way of living be our own way to live? It may feel like swimming up-stream but it can be done – better yet, it must be done. Other ways of living are being sought out in this culture saturated with cynicism and judgement. We do not have to go far to see a different way – a way free from judgement. Examples are found throughout creation and are discovered as close as birds sitting in the branches of a tree.
May we be encouraged by these examples and welcome the reminder of our connection to one another, not by word but by spirit.
(a note of thanks to my wise and grace-filled mother, Nancy, who shared this poem by Hafiz.)
Carrie's Bench 