You might receive answers to your letters... the two sides of this correspondence, your love for this world and the world loved, would merge on them.
As the poet Rumi suggests, what we do is the beauty that we love. Beauty, love, and work, when blended together, can be called play.
As we navigate difficult times on Mother Earth, how does one return faith to its first, churchless incarnation in the human heart? The answer is being revealed to us in the form of a challenge -- a challenge to remain steadfast at the center of all that is bleak.
Once you've identified this place of separation, begin to think about the mindset you have around this idea. For me, I am guilty of assuming that any mistreatment I experience in a store, for example, is due to my race, as opposed to an employee having a bad day or another reason completely ...
Love and happiness, we love to welcome them in our lives. And without any hesitation, we gladly surrender ourselves to them. But if fear, anger or grief shows up on our doorstep, we don’t want to have anything to do with them, and try our best to escape. Strange… because in the end all ...
Thinking of those no longer around, how I wish to speak with them now, standing on my balcony, the sun shining magnificently, so utterly lovely for winter. The birds share their songs, selflessly. The trees readying themselves with fresh buds and herbs starting to grow.