how it all really feels

I don’t know who God is exactly.

But I’ll tell you this.

I was sitting in the river named Clarion, on a water splashed stone

and all afternoon I listened to the voices of the river talking.

Whenever the water struck a stone it had something to say,

and the water itself, and even the mosses trailing under the water.

And slowly, very slowly, it became clear to me what they were saying.

Said the river I am part of holiness.

And I too, said the stone. And I too, whispered the moss beneath the water.

~Mary Oliver

when it’s time to start over…

inquiry for today~ lean into this life as it is, broken and needing love…

finding a new home in a broken heart…

It’s good

to keep the heart

under the guardianship

of wisdom

but sometime the

heart needs

… to be left alone.

~Dr. Alama Muhammad Iqbal

One thought on “how it all really feels”

  1. “Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.

    I am haunted by waters.”

    —A River Runs Through It

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