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.
Saturday, June 7, 2014
So the Sacred Comes
“There's a lovely Hasidic story of a rabbi who
always told his people that if they studied the Torah, it would put Scripture
on their hearts. One of them asked, "Why on our hearts, and not in
them?" The rabbi answered, "Only God can put Scripture inside. But
reading sacred text can put it on your heart, and then when your hearts break,
the holy words will fall inside.”
― Anne Lamott, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith
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The porch is warm
spring sun filtering through the firs
dappled across the bright green of the lawn
the mountain
shaking the snow from her shoulders
sits grandly
looming over the valley
a couple of does pick their way through the
junipers across the fence
and quail dart through the grass
as killdeer sing
somewhere
and so
gently without effort
without a prayer
or a word
my heart is filled
the Sacred is like that
it
just
comes
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