“There are three types of approaches towards the Lord; the Eagle type, which swoops down on the target with a greedy swiftness and suddenness which, by its very impact, fails to secure the object coveted; the Monkey type, which flits hither and thither, from one to another, unable to decide which is tasty; and the Ant type which moves steadily, though slowly towards the object which it has decided is desirable. The ant does not hit the fruit hard and makes it fall away; it does not pluck all the fruits it seeks; it appropriates just as much as it can assimilate and no more. Do not fritter away the time allotted to you for sojourning on the earth in foolish foppery and fanciful foibles, which always keep you outdoors. When are you to walk indoors into the warmth and quiet of your own interior? Retire into solitude and silence now and then; experience the joy derivable only from them.”
“The mark of your ignorance is
the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world,
the master calls a butterfly.”
“She does love lavender because
it’s the color of transformation.”
“No creature is fully itself till it is,
like the dandelion, opened in the bloom
of pure relationship to the sun,
the entire living cosmos.”
“The world is not respectable;
it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever;
but it is shot through with beauty, with love
with glints of courage and laughter;
and in these, the spirit blooms timidly,
and struggles to the light amid the thorns.”
“Love is always open arms.
If you close your arms about love
you will find that you are left
holding only yourself.”
Leo F. Buscaglia
” … no girl had ever moved me with a story
of spiritual suffering and so beautifully her
soul showing out radiant as an angel
wandering in hell and the hell the
selfsame streets I’d roamed in watching,
watching for someone just like her
and never dreaming
the darkness and the mystery
and eventuality of our meeting in eternity.”
“When nothing seems to help, I go look
at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock
perhaps a hundred times without as much
as a crack showing in it.
Yet at the hundred and first blow
it will split in two, and I know
it was not that blow that did it,
but all that had gone before.”
Showing the simple beauty in the fractures our experiences here on earth bring into our lives. Be you a river stone or a sculpture of David, we all deserve to be seen for the gift we are.
“It is always the simple things
that change our lives.
And these things never happen when
you are looking for them to happen.
Life will reveal answers at the pace
life wishes to do so.
You feel like running,
but life is on a stroll.
This is how God does things.”
The ice on the tip of this new growth really hit home to me the relative pace at which water drips/melts, how instead of a solitary drop, a frigid mountainscape formed… if only until the thaw.
“Beauty is our weapon against nature;
by it we make objects,
giving them limit, symmetry, proportion.
Beauty halts and freezes
the melting flux of nature.”