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Wednesday of Hope – In the Stillness of the Quiet

In the stillness of the quiet, if we listen, we can hear the whisper of the heart giving strength to weakness, courage to fear, hope to despair.

– Howard Thurman

Wednesday of Hope – Anything Is Possible

Once you choose hope, anything’s possible.

~Christopher Reeve

The Wisdom of Experience

Experience is not what happens to you; it’s what you do with what happens to you.

– Aldous Huxley


The experience of a Tahoe sunset

The Footsteps of the Wise

Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise; seek what they sought.

– Matsuo Bashō

Who's footsteps will you follow?

Who’s footsteps will you follow?


Reach for Hearts

The desire to reach for the stars is ambitious. The desire to reach hearts is wise.

– Maya Angelou


Weekly Photo Challenge: One

We know them as Three Wise Men, and one thing brought them together over the miles of rough terrain. May our hearts also be One. This is the only way we will find peace.
What star will you follow?

What star will you follow?

A Story of Some Truly Wise Men
By Christine Rodgers
These three
in their own hearts
the narrow
of their kingdoms,
the mighty
that would
lead them
to their greatest challenge.
They hurried
then —
from each
of their sovereign corners,
and found themselves
in the doorway
of a stable
gazing upon
an infant
only a few days old
as they bent
in adoration
with those already gathered.
There was no other choice –
the majesty
of the world
was before them.

Night Thoughts

tahoe_nightToday’s Lenten poem from Education for Justice is by William F. Bell.

Night Thoughts

It is our emptiness and lowliness that God needs, and not our
plenitude. —Mother Teresa

Somehow by day, no matter what,
I patch myself together whole,
But all my effort can’t offset
The nightly nakedness of soul
When angels in a dark descent
Strip off my integument.

I am a cornered rebel pinched
Between night’s armies and my lack,
And when inside the bedclothes hunched
I feel the force of their attack,
I hardly know what I can do,
Exposed to God at half-past two.

I once believed my being full,
But night thoughts prove that it is not.
Waking scared and miserable,
I scrape the bottom of the pot
And then must bow down and confess
Totality of emptiness.

Kings once ventured, it is said,
To offer gold and frankincense,
But I send nothing from my bed
Except a tattered penitence,
So very little has accrued
From years of doubtful plenitude.

God who tear away my cover,
Oh, pour your Spirit into me
Until my emptiness runs over
With golden superfluity,
And I bow down and offer up
Yourself within my earthen cup.

Source: “Night Thoughts” by William Bell from America Magazine, Vol. 187 No.
18 (12/2/2002).