Listen. The Beloved
is singing you a
love song.
Right now, as you
sit inside your house
of bone and flesh,
the Beloved knows
your essence.
Do you hear the
subtle sound of
breath, the bullforg
chorus borne upon
the wind? Do you
experience the
silence beneath
the hummingbird’s
quick wings?
The Beloved never
stops speaking
your true name.
~Danna Faulds
deeply. soundly. holy. truly.
inquiry for today~ maybe it’s time for a new ritual…..one that soothes….one that reminds you of your best intentions……
Over time, as we become more conscious of the rituals that shape us, we become more able to shape them. Thoughts and words are the powerful beginning of a chain that define how we live. Knowledge of what makes a life happy and purposeful means little if this knowledge is not translated into action. Knowing and going. We must do both. What rituals lift your spirit, and what ones may be diminishing it? ~Gunilla Norris
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“The Beloved never stops speaking your true name.” How lovely. The view out my window freed me to accept downsizing to an apartment. It looks out into woods and into a bank of tall thick shrubs that stay green all winter and often have to twelve to twenty bright red cardinals perched in them. And when a wet thick snow falls, they stand out like fire birds. What blessings!
So are your posts.
comfort. supported. led. surrender.