Tag: grass

Beauty in the Ordinary

Let us come alive to the splendor that is all around us, and see the beauty in ordinary things. – Thomas Merton To learn more and/or register for Santa Sabina Center online retreats and offerings, please go to: http://www.santasabinacenter.org/retreats-page

The Importance of a Blade of Grass

A leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars. – Walt Whitman To learn more and/or register for Santa Sabina Center online retreats and offerings, please go to: http://www.santasabinacenter.org/retreats-page

The “Thou” of All

Our openness to others, each of whom is a “thou” capable of knowing, loving and entering into dialogue, remains the source of our nobility as human persons . . . Our relationship with the environment can never be isolated from our relationship with others… Continue Reading “The “Thou” of All”

Not One of Them Is Forgotten

We read in the Gospel that Jesus says of the birds of the air that “not one of them is forgotten before God” (Lk 12:6). How then can we possibly mistreat them or cause them harm? I ask all Christians to recognize and live… Continue Reading “Not One of Them Is Forgotten”

Advent Waiting while We Weep

No wonder the prophet weeps yet –We begin again but not innocent…And we feebly watch for you and wait.Teach us how to weep while we wait.and how to hope while we weep,and how to care while we hope. – Walter Brueggemann, “Teach Us How… Continue Reading “Advent Waiting while We Weep”

Wakening to Oneness – The All

Nothing is itself without everything else. – Thomas Berry

Where Do I Begin? Where Do I End?

Finding where exactly the outside world ends and I begin—is not so easy. – Nora Bateson

Wednesday of Hope – Building Hope

Song of the Builders On a summer morning I sat down on a hillside to think about God – a worthy pastime. Near me, I saw a single cricket; it was moving the grains of the hillside this way and that way. How great… Continue Reading “Wednesday of Hope – Building Hope”

I Await

“Expectans Expectavi”, by Anne Ridler The candid freezing season again: Candle and cracker, needles of fir and frost; Carols that through the night air pass, piercing The glassy husk of heart and heaven; Children’s faces white in the pane, bright in the tree-light. And… Continue Reading “I Await”

The Magic of the Words “Thank You”

The day I acquired the habit of consciously pronouncing the words “thank you”, I felt I had gained possession of a magic wand capable of transforming everything. – Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov