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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 and God’s eye are one eye, one seeing, one knowing, one love.

― Meister Eckhart, Sermons of Meister Eckhart

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Reality is Flooded with the Divine

Reality is permeated, indeed flooded, with divine creativity, nourishment, and care.

– Marcus J. Borg, Conflict, Holiness, and Politics

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Helen Keller’s Words of Wisdom

So much has been given to me; I have no time to ponder over that which has been denied.

– Helen Keller

So much has been given to me!

So much has been given to me!

Why Are We Here?

We are here to awaken from our illusion of separateness.
– Thich Nhat Hanh

How can we understand that we are one?

How can we understand that we are one?

Another Favorite Poet: Wendell Berry

To live, we must daily break the body and shed the blood of creation. When we do it knowingly, lovingly, skillfully, reverently, it is a sacrament. When we do it ignorantly, greedily, destructively, it is a desecration.

– Wendell Berry, The Gift of Good Land

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Workers at Chrissy Field in hazmat suits cleaning up after the oil spill in the SF Bay after the Cosco Busan had hit the Golden Gate Bridge. Certainly, it wasn’t willful, but it was negligent and mindless. Let us treat nature mindfully with loving care.
*by the way, if you look closely, you can see the faint outline of the Golden Gate Bridge, hidden by the fog.

 

So How Do You See It?

It’s a beautiful world to see,
Or it’s dismal in every zone,
The thing it must be in its gloom or its gleam
Depends on yourself alone.

– Anonymous

So what do you see? A dismal and foggy day? Or do you see the potential for majesty and that oak tree on the hill behind the bridge?

So what do you see? A dismal and foggy day? Or do you see the potential for majesty and that oak tree on the hill behind the bridge?

Wonders – Always before my Eyes

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I’ve read all the books but one
Only remains sacred: this
Volume of wonders, open
Always before my eyes.

– Kathleen Raine