Tag: faith

To See That Which Is Not Always Within Sight.

There is no end to fear and worry. Each day, it presents itself in an entirely new way. Through our very small eyes, this world rocks and shifts, oftentimes tumbling us forward into the perception of ‘abyss’.

As humans, we struggle continuously to ascertain that which is versus that which is not. Our minds encouraging an endless dialogue of wonder, reason, desire and purpose. In time, creating the aperture by which we lead our journey; the glow from a lantern fueled first by an ember.

Yet, perhaps one of the more difficult things for us to understand is that… in truth, what we think – we really do become.

“Wrapped within young leaves: the sound of water,” Soseki writes. And our task is merely to find the courage – to see, what is not always within sight.

A little something to consider, my friends…

In peace…

Namaste ❤️

In Finding Our Refuge.

Somerset Maugham once shared, “There are three rules for writing the novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.”

Of course, he went on to create some of history’s greatest literary works. Page after page, his life’s work unfolded: writing in a language that was not first his own.

In our own way, we experience a similar
metamorphosis. With only this present moment, we forge though leaving the faintest imprint – our impression. How we see, feel and engage this world through barriers both physical and perceived. All the while, seeking the benefit of our past and future ‘home’.

Though, if only we might finally learn – that it’s only the heart which provides such refuge. We seek for that which is already there.

In peace, my sweet friends…

Namaste ❤️

This Blessing of Heart.

There’s a prayer rug hanging against the wall of an old stone church near my home. It was a gift to the parishioners following their pilgrimage to the Middle East; a mission dedicated to the prospect of rebuilding villages in the aftermath of the bombings.

They were guided by faith, fueled by the glowing embers of empathy and compassion. Nothing could dissuade the focus of their divine purpose.

However, when they first arrived, the destruction was certainly overwhelming. Piles of dust, glass and rubble occupying the space where houses, churches and schools once stood.

At first, the damage seemed far too extensive for the efforts of so few hands. How could they possibly restore the image of ‘once was’ from that which lay before them today?

However, bit by bit, the village was restored – as was the faith of those within.

The rug was pulled from the debris of the village temple, and soon after gifted to those who served.

And now, it serves as a reminder that no task is ever too great for those with sufficient heart.

In peace, my loves…

Namaste ❤

A Faith Restored.

At various points in our life our faith feels very strong; unshakable against the tide of any emotional ‘draw’.

But then a new experience, and we feel suddenly exposed; our knees buckling before the true weight is ever known.

Perhaps it is the shock of our ‘only known’, displaced; or, the vivid depths of passing memory.

Do not mistake failure with challenge, an invitation known to only the blessed few – begging our willingness…

To bend, to stretch… to begin, anew…

Until it is again soon realized; a faith challenged becomes a faith restored.

In peace, my loves…

Namaste ❤️

A Destiny of Faith.

When I was a little girl, I remember asking – “What makes the world go round?”

“Faith…” my teacher answered.

Styrofoam models of intergalactic systems filled the gymnasium floor as onlookers marveled at the display. Though, we’d been reviewing a lesson on the planetary movements around the sun – I was still struggling to understand its motivation.

“But, why…” I asked again. Just as any other 6-year-old, I wasn’t content with her scientific ramblings. I didn’t want to know about the effects of gravitational pull; I wanted to know why.

What caused the earth to favor the sun; why did the moon choose this path?

“Faith…” she smiled again. “Faith is what brings everything together.”

Maybe it isn’t possible to have all the answers? Maybe faith is God’s way of leveraging our assurance?

Or, even more simply yet…

Perhaps, faith is the means by which all are connected?

A little something to consider my loves…

In peace…

Namaste ❤

The Genesis of Truth.

If everything within us – our thoughts, opinions, perceptions – is in a constant state of change. And, that which surrounds us, too – this matter and course of the physical world.

Then, how might we ever fully understand the context of our liberty within these margins of truth?

And, with respect to those longer shadows – do we fear their opacity, or do we fear their depth?

Oh, sweet child – how easily you’ve forgotten; that the genesis of our ‘truth’ is often born of mistake?

Is that not enough to secure your trust? To embrace these delicate holdings of an unconditional freedom?

In this, perhaps, we’ve found our cause; a refuge within this constancy of change.

A little something to consider, my loves…

In peace…

Namaste ❤

This Constancy of Change.

Was it Gandhi who spoke of his commitment to truth over consistency? And, lending to this constancy of change – his faith, that we exist beyond these boundaries of mind.

Though, for most, they fear a loss of control and the inevitability of reconciliation. Tumbling blindly forward, they reach for that which is known – the stability of their past experience, however painful. Even as their hands become bloodied through the ‘thorniness’ of their clinging.

But what do they truly fear?

Is it their capacity to rise above? Their ability to adapt to change? Or, do they fear the truth in their transformation?

In other words, are we fearful of the change or fearful of what might be revealed?

My goodness, can you just imagine if the lilac tree held her bloom? Worried that their ‘crushing weight’ might be just too much for her branches to hold.

Wouldn’t the summer miss her sweetness? And the moonlight, the outline of her shadows?

Having said that, perhaps the question becomes – are we bound by our fears or liberated by this constancy of change?

A little something to consider, my loves…

In peace…

Namaste ❤

In Hope You Shall Find.

There are those who believe that hope is fleeting; incapable of withstanding the futility of day.

While others who’ll insist hope must be encouraged; born within the darkness, seeking solace of light.

Though time has assured hope to be ever-present, vested with the aperture of truth within our journey.

And whispering from the steps of a path that has not yet come… “This is where it begins,” she’ll say, “all that you are shall find you today.”

Just as the seedling breaking through, we too shall find…that even the tiniest of rays can stimulate new life.

In peace, my loves…thank you for the gift of your patience and light.

Namaste ❤

A Resting Spot for the Soul.

Each of us carries the story of how things might have been; the burden of wishing we might have done more – the regret of not having engaged.

We wrap our thoughts around the exceedingly mundane; from “I wonder what they’re thinking” to “How will this bill get paid?”

In this racing pattern of ever-present thought, we see only the cycle – never the means to break free. Does the pattern delight? Does it soothe? Or, are we merely powerless to effect a change of this seemingly great magnitude?

I suppose I have the same worries at all. Though, right now I’m watching the clouds shift their shape to allow the sun room to grow.

Yes, there are problems – some greater than we’ve ever known. But there is also a place for the soul rest, a space between for the heart to find its courage.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️

Upon Faith’s Bended Knee.

I watched the moon grace the heavens last night; filled with the wonderment of ten thousand years, she bowed her head once more.

Enticing the memory of many moons now long since past; walks against the river’s edge and the pleasantries of newfound love.

And we are left to stand as witness, to this dance of light upon broken glass.

“The stars are brilliant at this time of night,” writes Charlotte Erikkson. “and I wander these streets like a ritual I don’t dare to break. For darling, these times are quite glorious.”

And, as I walk this path, I am reminded still – constancy never changes, though sometimes our perceptions will.

She calls to us in these depths of night; beckoning the will upon Faith’s bended knee.

In peace, my loves…

Namaste ❤️