Faithful Dissident
The opposite of samsara (the cycle of suffering) is when all the walls fall down, when the cocoon completely disappears and we are totally open to whatever may happen, with no withdrawing, no centralizing into ourselves. That is what we aspire to, the warrior’s journey. That is what stirs us: leaping, being thrown out of the nest, going through the initiation rites, growing up, stepping into something that’s uncertain and unknown. 
Pema Chödrön, Weekly Quotes

The opposite of samsara (the cycle of suffering) is when all the walls fall down, when the cocoon completely disappears and we are totally open to whatever may happen, with no withdrawing, no centralizing into ourselves. That is what we aspire to, the warrior’s journey. That is what stirs us: leaping, being thrown out of the nest, going through the initiation rites, growing up, stepping into something that’s uncertain and unknown. 

Pema Chödrön, Weekly Quotes

julesofnature:

"Love is the bridge between you and everything."  -Rumi 

julesofnature:

"Love is the bridge between you and everything."  -Rumi 

The community of persons closest to us has the power to keep us in the tomb of fear or to call us into the daybreak of hope. Do those around us call us to huddle more closely together and bolt the doors of our upper room? Or do they help us throw the doors open because we have experienced together the freeing call to action which is the Spirit of Jesus in our midst?

Sr. Lauretta Mather

Inward/Outward

Even if I should be locked up in a narrow cell and a cloud should drift past my small barred window, then I shall bring you that cloud, Oh God, while there is still the strength in me to do so.

Etty Hillesum

An Interrupted Life

gratefulness.org

There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into Light.
Rumi  (via julesofnature)

philipchircop:

CONTEMPLATING THE RESURRECTION II

In these Easter days spend some time with Mariam of Magdala in the garden of resurrection and reflect on the poem “Tell Me" by Edwina Gateley.

Breaking through the powers of darkness
bursting from the stifling tomb
he slipped into the graveyard garden
to smell the blossomed air.

Tell them, Mary, Jesus said,
that I have journeyed far
into the darkest deeps I’ve been
in nights without a star.

Tell them, Mary, Jesus said,
that fear will flee my light
that though the ground will tremble
and despair will stalk the earth
I hold them firmly by the hand
through terror to new birth.

Tell them, Mary, Jesus said,
the globe and all that’s made
is clasped to God’s great bosom
they must not be afraid
for though they fall an die, he said,
and the black earth wrap them tight
they will know the warmth
of God’s healing hands
in the early morning light.

Tell them, Mary, Jesus said,
smelling the blossomed air,
tell my people to rise with me
to heal the Earth’s despair.

Edwina GateleyA Warm Moisty Salty God, 54
Painting found here. Artist unknown.

The whole earth is a living icon of the face of God.
St. John of Damascus (via gospelofthekingdom)
imrosy:

La Ricotta di Pier Paolo Pasolini 1963

imrosy:

La Ricotta di Pier Paolo Pasolini 1963

zeroing:

Paul Gauguin
my-spirits-aroma-or:

Early Morning in Pushkar
by PhotoSenseDatum

my-spirits-aroma-or:

Early Morning in Pushkar

by PhotoSenseDatum