Tag: chrissy field

Wednesday of Hope in The Peace of the Wild Things

When despair grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and…

Wednesday of Hope – It Is Time for Healing

I know these are scary, uncertain,  hurtful times, but I really wish  people would stop talking about  what a trash fire the world is.  Our world is a wounded relative,  not a hopeless ruin,  and we’re called to help heal  the injuries we’ve inflicted …

Wednesday of Hope – I Believe that People Are Good

It’s really a wonder that I haven’t dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart – Anne Frank, The…

Finding a Joyous Field

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’ doesn’t make any sense. – Rumi

Breath as a Bridge

Breath is the bridge which connects life to consciousness, which unites your body to your thoughts. Whenever your mind becomes scattered, use your breath as the means to take hold of your mind again. – Thich Nhat Hanh

Tarrying

All this hurrying soon will be over. Only when we tarry do we touch the holy. – Rainer Maria Rilke, In Praise of Mortality, translated and edited by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy

If You Truly Desire Peace . . .

Love it the way it is. -Thaddeus Golas, The Lazy Man’s Guide to Enlightenment

Is Anything Really Ever Lost?

The day misspent, the love misplaced, has inside it the seed of redemption. Nothing is exempt from resurrection. – Kay Ryan

Meister Eckhart on Sight

On this 4th Sunday of Lent, we read how Jesus heals the man who had been born blind. So this week we will reflect on sight. The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God sees me; my eye…

Reality is Flooded with the Divine

Reality is permeated, indeed flooded, with divine creativity, nourishment, and care. – Marcus J. Borg, Conflict, Holiness, and Politics