I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
kept from destruction
It is at the moment when you perceive this truth and
really accept it,
Believe yourself to be loved – permit, agree, allow,
consent to be love and sustained by another –
It is at this moment that salvation takes places. It is when this deep metaphysical need to be
loved and sustained is met and satisfied that one’s life is really saved,
preserved, kept from destruction
Beatrice
Bruteau, Radical Optomism
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The sacred
manifests in many ways
in ways expected
and way surprising
in the first glimmer of the dawn
the sacred comes
in the gentle bump of an insistent cat
the sacred comes
in a smile over coffee
in the gentle tread of a deer, nibbling on my flowers
in the late flowers of fall
in the crispness of the air
in the smell of firewood burning
Ah, yes
I am loved
I am held in affection
by a power
a reality
a by a voice
that whispers in my ear
be not afraid
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