
Weekly Reflection: All to Say
All to Say We have been misguided to think our mind is the creator of all things.
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All to Say We have been misguided to think our mind is the creator of all things.

Krista found the card propped against her front door.

The Difference When in school, everyone said “Great men build dams and bridges, don’t you want to be great?” But through cancer and dreams broken by my insistence on them, life welcomed me into its river. Now, forty years on, you ask, “What does it mean to be great?” And I touch your head and then your heart and whisper, “To know the difference and let it live in your hands.”

I wake up, add to my list,

A Thousand Plus One is One After chasing a thousand things, I could see they were all the same. After breaking a thousand more, I could see that I needed to enter the break. After entering the break, I could see the heart in every- thing. Now, I can look at a thousand waves and know it is one sea. And feel a thousand feelings and know it is one life. And hear a thousand notes and know it is one…

Almost forty years ago,

Oh Mom It was on your birth- day, eleven years after you died. I sank into the torque that was your life, and how hard it was to know you. I remembered the photo my brother found of you before we were born. There was a light in your eyes that I never knew.

Covenants of Aliveness There are spiritual laws that no one can avoid or completely understand. How darkness makes its holes for light to fill. How two steps forward, one step back is the way of healing. How giving freely softens us enough to receive. How surrender flows into the basin of acceptance. How showing up rethreads us into the web of kinship. How life, along the way, twigs the heart into…

Deep in my heart

The Time Is Now Ultimately, it doesn’t matter what those who are far think or what I, who am close, say. What matters is what rises up the stem of your soul that feeds your unopened blossom. But we don’t live in a vacuum, it’s true.