Looking Up 2 ~> remembering what I brought forth from the silent retreat at the Jesuit Center

looking up at trees sun and clouds
Jesuit Center Wernersville, PA

Saturday at Holy Trinity I reach my seat after communion having asked God to renew and cleanse me as I often do when I reach out for the bread and the wine. But since I came back from the silent retreat I count to seven on my fingers, hoping to remember the desires I shared with God.

Hope in all things

Love in my home

Grace with my friends

Jazz in my church

Joy in my classroom

Awe in my studio

Beauty in my garden

... 

Mystical Mondays ~ may Kabir take you back to a fond memory

I remember being fed by strangers as I bicycled by myself far from home. It was in campgrounds after being alone on the road all day. Did they know that three decades later I would think of them when I read...

THE PAST'S LIPS ARE NOT DECEASED

Why not look at the beauty that your
memory holds,

so nourishing that light can be.

The past's lips are not
deceased.

Let them comfort you
if they
can.

Kabir