We all have to learn how to listen. Our spirits are harpstrings, played upon by the winds and the light and the passing of the hours. We must learn to her their music, and let them raise melodies in our hearts. To catch these cusps of the spirit is to live our days in holy mindfulness, and to sense, in some distant reflection, the shadow of the mind of God….Kent Nerburn
what tender memories call us out of our sleeping days? those little reminders to gather and gaze…..to awaken to the habits we can make holy…..our hands gather around the smooth bowl to sip in silence……
Under all our burden and joy, there is a safe, interior place that feels like home. This safe place is the spot of honest being that we arrive at by being who we are. It’s here that we’re informed by the very aliveness of things, when we risk enough to let that aliveness touch us. Being human, we forget and drift from what is true, or out of fear and pain, run from it. Yet underneath our coming and going, our awakened kinship with others depends on our return to the common depth that gives us life. Yet one of the most intimate things we can do is to ask an honest question and one of the most intimate ways we can answer is to admit we don’t know. Then a tender and resilient journey begins- our friendship with the unknown….Mark Nepo
It is this inward element that draws and Moves Us.