wild & precious life


Occasionally, stories tell us there are messages that travel on the coattails of the wind, whispering of something to come. The Maori for example prophesied Captain James Cook’s arrival in 1769 through the channels of the wind. Titahi, a seer of the Mgati Whatua tribe in Tamaki Makaurau could foresee a major change involving new people, ideas and systems of power and control. The east wind consistently comes up in mythology, religion, poetry and literature and is considered a sign of stormy weather. However, a storm can also ultimately lead to a refreshed and positive perspective. As Sherlock Holmes says to Doctor Watson in Arthur Conan Doyle’s ‘His Last Bow:’  “There’s an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it’s God’s own wind none the less, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.” The future is unpredictable, but we know that the wind will always stir and with its force behind you, there’s potential to go far.    ~Helen Martin

use your fragility and human disappointment to recruit more real conversation……

inquiry for today~  our lives really aren’t watered down….they’re wild and filled with the reckoning of ancestral longings……

intimate spaces

In a sense, spiritual life is a reasonable, reality-based pursuit. It can have mystical entry points and destinations, to be sure. But it is in the end about befriending reality, the common human experience of mystery included. It acknowledges the full drama of the human condition. It attends to beauty and pleasure; it attends to grief and pain and the enigma of our capacity to resist the very things we long for and need. I admire the perfect, succinct opening line of Reinhold Niebuhr’s 20th century classic ‘The Nature and Destiny of Man:’  “Man is his own most vexing problem.” There is a pattern of unintentional self-destruction glorified in the 20th century- to enrich on the outside, and impoverish within. Our kids want us to finally get this right. They have injected the language of transparency, and authenticity and integrity into our civic vocabulary. These are fragile words, like all words meant to convey deep truth, at risk of overuse and simplification. Behind them I hear a wise refusal to disconnect what we know from who we are, what we believe from how we live and who we are to each other. Such words carry heartbreaking, holy longings for us to see ourselves in our wholeness- to make the move from intelligence to wisdom, from the inside.    ~Krista Tippett

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