We usually try to explain the mysterious.
It would be better to cultivate wonder and reflection.
within this mesmerizing trance of cold and color and hope, we reconsider our roots, our rainbows, our risks….this sensory convergence measures our unified knowing, our dynamic visions, our open hearts….
When I was fifteen years old I wrote: ‘I want to live so that my life reflects the God I know.’ How we live our lives is the story we choose to tell for our children’s children to remember, reflects what we know of the Beloved, the Mystery, of that which is sacred. How you do what you do offers stories of hope or despair, of compassion or judgement, of presence or absence……Oriah Mountain Dreamer
What if our religion was each other?
If our practice was our life?
If prayer was our words?
What if the Temple was the Earth?
If forests were our church?
If holy water—the rivers, lakes and oceans?
What if meditation was our relationships?
If the Teacher was life?
If wisdom was self-knowledge?
If love was the center of our being