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Joy and Pain

Don’t be concerned about being disloyal to your pain by being joyous. – Pir Vilayat Inayat Khan, Alchemical Wisdom

Expect Hope

Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again. – Sarah Ban Breathnach

A Reason to Hope

The future belongs to those who give the next generation reason for hope. – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

Looking for Hope

Be still, and the world is bound to turn herself inside out to entertain you. Everywhere you look, joyful noise is clanging to drown out quiet desperation. – Barbara Kingslover, High Tide in Tucson

In Times of Darkness, Let Us Make Hope

It seems that there is no end to the evil that confronts us. We need hope to face each day. I found this peace of wisdom from the artist Corita Kent. And I’m sure that when she said/wrote it, it was in beautiful colors… Continue Reading “In Times of Darkness, Let Us Make Hope”

The Wonders Around Us

Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don’t claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent. – Jalaluddin Rumi

The Grace of a Crocus

 A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace. – David Steindl-Rast, Gratefulness, the Heart of Prayer

Weekly Photo Challenge – Change

How will we allow ourselves to be changed . . . for the common good . . . or simply, for good? As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world — that is the myth of… Continue Reading “Weekly Photo Challenge – Change”

Reunion

Today’s Easter Poem from Education for Justice is by Scott Cairns. Reunion You know already that the breath moves in and out in order to infuse the heart with the air it craves; as I have said, then recollect your mind, and draw it—and… Continue Reading “Reunion”

Ten Years Later

Today’s Easter Poem from Education for Justice is by David Whyte. Ten Years Later When the mind is clear and the surface of the now still, now swaying water slaps against the rolling kayak, I find myself near darkness, paddling again to yellow Island.… Continue Reading “Ten Years Later”