Dominican Preaching through Word and Image
There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. – Albert Einstein
What if imagination and art are not frosting at all, but the fountainhead of human experience? – Rollo May, The Courage to Create
Hope is not merely a feeling. Hope is a virtue, a firmly established attitude of the heart, a basic bearing of the whole person. – David Steindl-Rast
To really belong to one another and to depend on one another — to really share a common destiny — is difficult for a community that wants to be diverse. It is also the community’s only hope of survival. – Gordon Cosby
[Writing of his wife Katharine, who was planning the planting of bulbs in her garden even though she knew she likely would not live to see the spring.] There was something comical yet touching in her bedraggled appearance…. The small hunched-over figure, her studied… Continue Reading “Happy Easter 2018”
What the Day Gives Suddenly, sun. Over my shoulder in the middle of gray November what I hoped to do comes back, asking. Across the street the fiery trees hold onto their leaves, red and gold in the final months of this unfinished year,… Continue Reading “Wednesday of Hope – An Astonishing Mix”
Because we spill not only milk Knocking it over with an elbow When we reach to wipe a small face But also spill seed on soil we thought was fertile but isn’t, And also spill whole lives, and only later see in fading light… Continue Reading “Wednesday of Hope – Saving Hope”
Every wave on the ocean is the whole ocean waving. So, the ocean of being waves every one of us, and we are its waves. – Alan Watts
Hope It hovers in dark corners before the lights are turned on, it shakes sleep from its eyes and drops from mushroom gills, it explodes in the starry heads of dandelions turned sages, it sticks to the wings of green angels that sail from… Continue Reading “Wednesday of Hope – Where Hope Lives”
I believe that the world was created and approved by love, that it subsists, coheres, and endures by love, and that, insofar as it is redeemable, it can be redeemed only by love. – Wendell Berry