the gifts of our human sweet spots


You must always keep in mind that a path is only a path. Each path is only one of a million paths. If you feel that you must now follow it, you need not stay with it under any circumstances. Any path is only a path. There is no affront to yourself or others in dropping a path if that is what your heart tells you to do. But your decision to keep on a path or to leave it must be free of fear and ambition. I caution you: look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as you think necessary. Then ask yourself and yourself alone this one question. Does this path have a heart? All paths are the same. They lead nowhere. They are paths going through the brush or into the brush or under the brush of the Universe. The only question is: Does this path have a heart? If it does, then it is a good path. If it doesn’t, then it is of no use……Carlos Castaneda

painting a picture of our lives would reveal deep violets, raucous orange, and every shade of blue….we are changelings….falling in love again and again with each season, with each lovely song…falling out with our plans, our ministry to loss….in that one glimpse of a stark heart without judgment, we shift once again into being fully alive, fully frail, fully blessed…..

The sun returns, pushing away the grey sky in forgiveness painted blue. Long shadows appear over the deck and the green of a small ficus tree is illuminated. The wind that rattled the stray beer cans is quiet now; leaving the neighborhood is eerily silent and waiting. She gives herself to the television in the next room. He sits on a once white plastic deck chair. He stops, smokes, takes a long sip of coffee—a break from the stream of words. It’s a late Sunday afternoon near the end of summer. He can smell the sourness in the air of autumn approaching. He can taste the acridness, the oranges, the reds, and the rusty browns. He feels the warmth on his skin, tickling the hairs, now golden on his arms. Looking up, he sees the birds dart among the rooftops, gathering together, and a moment later, dispersing again. The sunlight settles gently over the trees. He asks himself if he has ever truly seen his backyard before—to have this direct impression of it, without his luggage of words. Has he ever listened to its orchestra of wind and trees? It is as though, behind all the seemingly ordinariness, something struggles to shine through……Luke Storms

remember tenderness….

To see the world as it should be seen, and so to see the true glory of God reflected in it, requires the cultivation of charity, of an eye rendered limpid by love…. The Christian seeker should see two realities at once, one world (as it were) within another: one the world as we all know it, in all its beauty and terror, grandeur and dreariness, delight and anguish; and the other the world in its first and ultimate truth, not simply ‘nature’ but ‘creation,’ an endless sea of glory, radiant with the beauty of God in every part, innocent of all violence. To see in this way is to rejoice and mourn at once, to regard the world as a mirror of infinite beauty, but as glimpsed through the veil of death; it is to see creation in chains, but beautiful as in the beginning of days…..David Bentley Hart

2 thoughts on “the gifts of our human sweet spots

  1. I have always held these words of Castaneda close as the years have spun by. A path of heart can be subjective, and I rather think Don Juan meant it that way … The heart connects us to others. If where I work seems heartless, I still have those around me each day to love. If Stephen Ambrose’s Band of Brothers was a tale of a terrible time, there is still woven into it a connectedness of the heart. Where ever we look we may see it, and we are lifted into that pre autumn sky, or blended into the drifts of snow … Time waits for no man is known to those aware of the path of heart … Time is the relative motion of consciousness, viewed against the relative motion of the background of experience -gfs

    • I think C.C.’s earnestness is what makes this quote something to really live by…..this is how we live fully… we stay present……indeed, you’ve chosen a special path by few to live with love as your guide g.f.s……need to put this above my desk too….’time is the relative motion of consciousness, viewed against the relative motion of the background of experience’….brilliant…..

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