a rare spaciousness

We are part of a living tradition of action and contemplation,

people who have gone beyond the theoretical and are living out this wisdom in their daily lives.

Truly, it will take a movement of such people to create a world where everything belongs. 
~Richard Rohr 

I can choose to lean in or pause…

inquiry for today~ what is the silence that speaks?

how to notice….

If looking is a practice, a form of attention paid, which is, for many, the essence of prayer, it is the sole practice I had available to me as a child. By seeing I called to things, and in turn, things called me, applied me to their sight and we became each as treasure, startling to one another, and rare.

I never thought to say, or call this “God,” which even then sounded like shorthand, a refusal to be speechless in the face of occurrences, shapes, gestures happening daily, and daily reconstituting sight. “God,” the very attitude of the word- for the lives of words were also palpable to me- was pushy. Impatient. Quantifiable. A call to jettison the issue, the only issue as I understood it: the unknowable certainty of being alive, of being a body untethered from origin, untethered from end, but also so terribly here.

~Lia Purpura

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