Ellie: What are we talking about here, Stephen?
Stephen: We are talking about the pilgrimage we just went on this summer, up and down the coast, back and forth through our lives and my past and all that–family, friends, associates. Continue reading Pilgrimage– Adding Meaning to Our Travels
Doubt is the origin of wisdom
RENE DESCARTES
Doubting our own assumptions and thought patterns is a great place to start any pursuit of wise, humane leadership.
In all affairs, it’s a healthy thing now and then to hang a question mark on the things you have long taken for granted.
BERTRAND RUSSELL
Curiosity is the key to:
What a glorious day!
Now that our rainy season has passed, I’d like to bring it gently back to your mind and possibly into your heart.
On a rainy solstice day in December 1964, a monk, named Thomas Merton, hiked up from the Gesthemane abbey to a little cabin. He took out a pen and wrote these lines.
“The rain I am in is not like the rain of cities. It fills the woods with an immense and confused sound. It covers the flat roof of the cabin and its porch with inconsistent and controlled rhythms. And I listen, because it reminds me again and again that the whole world runs by rhythms I have not yet learned to recognize, rhythms that are not those of the engineer.”
… he continued
“The night became very dark. The rain surrounded the whole cabin with its enormous virginal myth, a whole world of meaning, of secrecy, of silence, of rumor. Think of it: all that speech pouring down, selling nothing, judging nobody, drenching the thick mulch of dead leaves, soaking the trees, … What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone, in the forest, at night, cherished by this wonderful, unintelligible, perfectly innocent speech, the most comforting speech in the world, the talk that rain makes by itself all over the ridges, and the talk of the watercourses everywhere in the hollows!
Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it. It will talk as long as it wants, this rain. As long as it talks I am going to listen.”
Let us pray:
God who speaks through rain; we listen; we lower the umbrellas of our minds, open our hearts, and listen to You, to each other, and to the miracle of this moment together. May your gracious rain soak us through as we celebrate.
