Breathing in, I center myself
Breathing out, I feel free
“Today is my day to dance lightly with life,
sing wild songs of adventure,
invite rainbows & butterflies out to play,
soar my spirit, and unfurl my joy.”
—Jonathan Lockwood Huie
“He (the American Indian) believes profoundly in silence—the sign of a perfect equilibrium. Silence is the absolute poise or balance of body, mind, and spirit. The man who preserves his selfhood ever calm and unshaken by the storms of existence—not a leaf, as it were, astir on the tree; not a ripple upon the surface of shining pool—his, in the mind of the unlettered sage, is the ideal attitude and conduct of life. If you ask him: “What is silence?” he will answer: “It is the Great Mystery!” “The holy silence is His voice.”
—Ohiyesa, “A Treasury of Traditional Wisdom”, Whitall N. Perry
“O Divine Presence, you have danced your way into my innermost being. O Mystery of Life, you have tended and nurtured me. You have enriched my spirit and watered my dryness. You have poured your abundant love into the veins of my soul. In the darkest of nights, you have surrounded me with your love. O Divine Presence, your radiant energy surges through my being. I bow to the profound mystery of your sacred life within me.”
—Joyce Rupp, “The Cup of Our Life”
“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God” are familiar words of Jesus’ Beatitudes. In an illumined state you see God. This does not mean you see “the man in the skies.” But you see from the consciousness of God. You see with “God-colored glasses.” Your seeing projects the light of Spirit. At the start of every day the wise student will take a few moments to become established in the light, hold this realization: “And God said, ‘Let there be Light.’”—Eric Butterworth, “The Creative Life”
The smoke tree leaves look like ornaments colored by the spiderweb glistening in the sun….
One year, when I was learning to use a photo editing program, Adobe Photoshop, my teacher wanted us to jump right in and use the digital paintbrush. Very intimidated by the thought of painting, my teacher suggested something to ease the process, to turn on some music, and paint what the music suggested. I listened to “True Colors” by Cyndi Lauper.
As I listened, the image evolved (above) and these words popped into my head:
Breathing in, I know that Spirit fills me…
I remember a Divine Spark is dwelling within
Always there, always available
A deep well which refreshes
Focusing on the breath of Life
I start to relax in peace
Dissolving fears anxiety
Joy dances upwards
“The healthy social life is found when in the mirror of each human soul, the whole community finds its reflection, and when in the community the virtue of each one is living.”
– Rudolf Steiner
“This is the blissful striving of my heart’s desire:
To carry the light of the spirit
Into the cosmic winter night
so that sparkling seeds of my soul
may take root in cosmic soil—
and that the word of God may resound
through the darkness of my senses,
transfiguring my entire existence.”
“Come, Spirit who makes a home in us.
Draw us to the treasures of your dwelling.
Reveal to us the inner journey of love.”
” May I Have This Dance?”, Ave Maria Press
My friend, Christine, made this beautiful wreath for me one Advent. This photo was taken after an interfaith Taize gathering I had in my home. I have made this into a greeting card with Joyce Rupp’s permission.
“Eternal One who circles the seasons with ease, teach me about Earth’s natural cycle of turning from one season to another. Remind me often of how she opens herself to the dying and rising rotations, the coming and the going of each of the four seasons. Open me today to the teachings of the season of autumn.
When I accept only the beautiful and reject the tattered, torn parts of who I am, when I treat things that are falling apart as my enemies, walk me among the dying leaves, let them tell me about their power to energize Earth’s soil by their decomposition and their formation of enriching humus.
When I fear the loss of my youthfulness and refuse to accept the reality of aging, turn my face to the brilliant colors of autumn trees, open my spirit to the mellow resonance of autumn sunsets and the beauty of the changing land.
When I refuse to wait with the mystery of the unknown, when I struggle to keep control rather than to let life evolve,
wrap me in the darkening days of autumn and encourage me to wait patiently for clarity and vision as I live with uncertainty and insecurity.
When I grow tired of using my own harvest of gifts to benefit others, take me to the autumn fields where Earth shares the bounty of summer and allows her lands to surrender their abundance.”
—from “Circle of Life” by Joyce Rupp and Macrina Wiederkehr