The pressure and pull of a noisy day denies us the comfort of God.
It is a day in which we are buffeted by the world around us
and left at the mercy of the clatter and jangle of our own hearts.
To be a contemplative we must put down the cacophony of the world around us
and go inside ourselves to wait for the God
who is a whisper not a storm.
Quote: Joan Chittister, One House
“… What caught my eye was a cluster of tiny seedlings colored the bright new green of springtime, so bright it seemed to glow in the gloaming. The tender plants were growing in the loam inside the knothole. Far above the ground, a hole made by decay in a living tree had become a cold frame, a natural greenhouse that lets in light and keeps out frost. Life in death in life…
Instead of giving up something for Lent, I’m planning to make a heartfelt offering. In times like these, it makes more sense to seek out daily causes for praise than daily reminders of lack. So here is my resolution: to find as many ordinary miracles as a waterlogged winter can put forth, as many resurrections as an eerily early springtime will allow. Tiny beautiful things are bursting forth in the darkest places, in the smallest nooks and deepest cracks of the hidden world, and I am going to keep looking every single day until I find one.”
~ Margaret Renkl, from “One Tiny Beautiful Thing” (NY Times, Feb 23, 2020)
an excerpt from David Kanigan’s blog post- https://davidkanigan.com/2020/02/25/one-tiny-beautiful-thing/#like-51177
Don’t be so fast, you’re all you’ve got.
Quote: Rita Dove
Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs.
Quote: Charlotte Brontë
Image: Mabel Amber