I was taught to "pray as if everything depended upon God and work as if everything depended upon you." In real life, it makes for some sleepless nights. Your advice might be more prudent. :)
Thank you for noticing the rich landscape of awareness that is nourished by stillness in relationship with the soil and plants. In the back-to-the-land '70's, I was a farmer in N.H. I enjoyed the rhythm of hard work in the soil, and then standing still in the field as the winds from Vermont blew across our farm. Now, my despair isn't repairable as it used to be, because I/we can no longer count on the natural, age-old wisdom of regular seasons. January was the warmest one in our historical records, and the cold has been apparently stolen from the Arctic which is warming fast. Snow may come, but it doesn't stay long, and Spring may come any moment now. I've got to reach deep within to find a rhythm that is given from the Unknown One who always brings wisdom, love, and healing. Thanks again.
I share your concern for the climate. In fact, while I grieve what is happening in our political context, it's what is happening to our planet that truly breaks my heart. Yesterday, it was 74 degrees here. It should be in the 50s.
You start my day in the most wonderful way every day. That poem by Wendell Berry has always been a favorite of mine-thank you for this reminder and for your daily dose of sanity. Barbara Leary
My favorite 'release' is to repeat, repeat - "Let Go & Let God". Easy to remember and boy do I sleep well as I go to sleep with these words - try it!
I was taught to "pray as if everything depended upon God and work as if everything depended upon you." In real life, it makes for some sleepless nights. Your advice might be more prudent. :)
Thank you for noticing the rich landscape of awareness that is nourished by stillness in relationship with the soil and plants. In the back-to-the-land '70's, I was a farmer in N.H. I enjoyed the rhythm of hard work in the soil, and then standing still in the field as the winds from Vermont blew across our farm. Now, my despair isn't repairable as it used to be, because I/we can no longer count on the natural, age-old wisdom of regular seasons. January was the warmest one in our historical records, and the cold has been apparently stolen from the Arctic which is warming fast. Snow may come, but it doesn't stay long, and Spring may come any moment now. I've got to reach deep within to find a rhythm that is given from the Unknown One who always brings wisdom, love, and healing. Thanks again.
I share your concern for the climate. In fact, while I grieve what is happening in our political context, it's what is happening to our planet that truly breaks my heart. Yesterday, it was 74 degrees here. It should be in the 50s.
My Irish grandfather said, "Those who are close to the land are close to God."
I try and enter Genesis 1:11-13 at least once a day. It keeps me grounded.
And that pun is intended as smiling lifts the soul. Blessings. Rev. Scott Brown,
Canada
You start my day in the most wonderful way every day. That poem by Wendell Berry has always been a favorite of mine-thank you for this reminder and for your daily dose of sanity. Barbara Leary