We have just seen the last full moon for 2021. It is known as the Cold Moon. It shines as to announce the coming of the shortest day of the year. The solstice is upon us. A threshold of sorts and all begins again…
There are times when,
If the circumstances are just right,
Like a full moon,
A light rain,
Twilight, or fog,
There is a momentary crossing
From time to timelessness,
Form to Formless,
Blood and bone to earth and rock,
Past and future to present.
Where the atoms, the molecules of me
Forget to stop
From fusing into the earth and other places
Where I am not lost, but found,
Not part, but whole,
No longer longing for myself.
Poem found at mindfulbalance.com
Now be silent.
Let the One who creates
the words speak.
He made the door.
He made the lock.
He also made the key. Continue reading “The door”
And suddenly you know: It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.
(artist Kinga Britschgi)
The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of His wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of Your Mind.
Many of us will enter a doorway to sacred space this morning. As you stand on its threshold listen closely – God’s whisper is near to fill your heart with the wisdom of creation. Receive its renewal and grace knowing it is not meant only for you. When you return to the threshold ready to leave that sacred space, prepare to carry what you have received into a world where hope is scarce. Be ready to offer the good news where there is little news of any goodness. Share its promise through your actions, using words only when necessary. (paraphrased from St. Francis)
Blessings on this day of Sabbath.