to be alone

 

“I have been thinking about the different ways in which we experience being alone. The pandemic has shown us how we are each a separate reality within ourselves, separated by six feet at all times, even from those we would wish to greet with an embrace. It has forced many of us into isolation: that same state used as a punishment in prisons and a means of grace in monasteries. Some of us are alone and lonely while others are alone and at peace. Perhaps for the first time we are discovering what community really means.

If you are experiencing the separateness with difficulty, I pray the Spirit may open a door for you. If you are content on your mountaintop, I pray the Spirit to help you find what you are seeking. However you are faring in the empty spaces between us, may you find a welcoming community (here), whether by chance or by choice.”


Quote: Steven Charleston
Image: Pinterest

Quiet but persistent

Our inner wisdom is persistent, but quiet.
It will always whisper,
but it will never stop knocking at your door.

 


Quote: Vironika Tugaleva
Photo: Micah Boswell

 

from Gratefulness.org

Moving fully through the door…

The only choice we have as we mature is how we inhabit our vulnerability,
how we become larger and more courageous and more compassionate through our intimacy with disappearance, our choice is to inhabit vulnerability as generous citizens of loss, robustly and fully, or conversely, as misers and complainers, reluctant, and fearful, always at the gates of existence, but never bravely and completely attempting to enter, never wanting to risk ourselves, never walking fully through the door.


Quote: David Whyte

The doorway into thanks (revisited)

 

So grateful for the beauty and wisdom you shared. Rest in peace, Mary Oliver.

Praying

It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.”


Quote: Mary Oliver, Thirst
Image: Bella Foxwell

Friday’s Door- another world 

Behind your image, below your words,
above your thoughts,
the silence of another world waits.

Contemplative Monk – Facebook
Qutoe: John ODonohue