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Growing Roots and Diving Deeper.
"You, have to leave the city of your comfort Right now, there are Tibetan Buddhist monks in a temple in the Himalayas endlessly reciting mantras for the cessation of your suffering and for the flourishing of your happiness. Someone you haven't met yet is already dreaming of adoring you. Someone is writing a book that you will read in the next two years that will change how you look at life. Nuns in the Alps are in endless vigil, praying for the Holy Spirit to alight the hearts of all of God's children. A farmer is looking at his organic crops and whispering, "nourish them." Someone wants to kiss you, to hold you, to make tea for you. Someone is willing to lend you money, wants to know what your favorite food is, and treat you to a movie. Someone in your orbit has something immensely valuable to give you — for free. Something is being invented this year that will change how your generation lives, communicates, heals and passes on. The next great song is being rehe...
The Holy Ordinary
We seldom notice how each day is a holy place Where the eucharist of the ordinary happens, Transforming our broken fragments Into an eternal continuity that keeps us. Somewhere in us a dignity presides That is more gracious than the smallness That fuels us with fear and force, A dignity that trusts the form a day takes. So at the end of this day, we give thanks For being betrothed to the unknown And for the secret work Through which the mind of the day And wisdom of the soul become one. John O'Donohue Excerpt from, 'The Inner History of a Day' BENEDICTUS (Europe) / TO BLESS THE SPACE BETWEEN US
The Eye of The Storm
“Come dance the silence down through the morning” Rare red, open centred, Bare flooded river, dance hard rock as we flow together. Release and cleanse and sway and join In this succulent eye of a shared Wild Storm, unique. Come, Pointed Sky Dancer, Come, feel the silence, Come, Shed Our Skin and let's get started. Share, our dark clouds of deep wells come torrents, mold ours, together. Let movement untamed unplanned Be The Star in our simple somewheres of Now, This, see true nature in solitude and Come, Be aligned; Intimate, Open, Sensual, Alive. by Tony Searl #dadirri #luceatluxvestra #atmagnanam #lapetitemort Thank you Nature, LC and You Bare Moments, Reminders, Remember