Beyond our own time…

The eyes of the future are looking back at us
and they are praying for us to see beyond our own time.
They are kneeling with hands clasped that we might act with restraint,
that we might leave room for the life that is destined to come.

 


Quote: Terry Tempest Williams
Photo: Sergei Akulich

 

taken from Gratefulness.org

 

To live

Just to be is a blessing. Just to live is holy.


Quote: Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel

what we give

 

I began my blog 10 years ago. The first entries were short. Each tested my confidence in writing and sharing myself to the unknown world of blogging. Over the years my bench has become a good place to reflect and share things that have inspired me.

Not long after I began this writing, I was introduced to Brené Brown. Her TedTalk on Vulnerability was moving and I felt a good piece to share. It has obviously spoken to many of my readers. Yes, I say many… as of yesterday that posting has been looked at 2484 times.

Several of my posts have been sought out more than once. I have grown in my comfort to share my stories and reflections.

My gratitude for Brené Brown continues. Her insight speaks to a universal longing to be bold and vulnerable. Her words resonate with life’s journey and intent.

It is right to celebrate my 10 years as a blogger with another post that includes Brené Brown. This quote gives me hope and nudges me on to contribute what I have to brighten life’s path and encourage others to do the same.

We are…

We do not become healers.
We came as healers. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.

We do not become storytellers.
We came as carriers of the stories
we and our ancestors actually lived. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.
We do not become artists.
We came as artists. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.
We do not become writers.. dancers.. musicians.. helpers.. peacemakers. We came as such. We are.
Some of us are still catching up to what we are.
We do not learn to love in this sense.
We came as Love. We are Love.
Some of us are still catching up to who we truly are.

 


A Simple Prayer for Remembering the Motherlode by Clarissa Pinkola Estes from The Contemplari manuscript ©200

taken for Contemplative Monk — FaceBook