It happens frequently at the Grunewald Guild that we have folks stop by who once were part of the Guild in some way. Often they have friends or family along who look at the place with puzzled curiosity. I’ve been wondering… what is it that calls people back? It seems bigger than nostalgia.
That’s what I was pondering and journaling when I realized that the page was an unusually close reflection of the breakfast table at which I was sitting, a lovely table set for Jim and me by a dear friend.
Some morning journaling time with a page awaiting completion led to an invitation outside. See the burning bush at the lower left of the second photo? When I got closer, I realized there were white blossoms on it, just doing their thing, opening to Love. Perhaps I should have removed my slippers… they’re quite wet now. 🙂
“Jesus comes near and he beholds the city / And looks on us with tears in his eyes, / And wells of mercy, streams of love and pity / Flow from the fountain from whence all things arise.” ~an excerpt from Jesus Weeps by Malcolm Guite
From Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditations: “No matter the outcome of political machinations and the strivings of empire, there is a quiet stream of loving resistance that values the true riches of the Kingdom of God–the poor, the vulnerable, the oppressed, the marginalized. It is the way that leads to Life.” ~Ellen Haroutunian, https://cac.org/helen-haroutunian-2017-02-28/
The Gospel liberates the inner light of love; and love can hold paradox.
I am moved by the mystery of how light is both particle and wave, depending on the questions you ask of light. I don’t pretend to understand what that means. Somehow I trust that Love has the power to hold that mystery.
“[T]he child whose gaze is met learns that the world is real.” ~Mary Oliver, Upstream
Sitting and creating with Mary’s words, pondering what it means to be “loved into being.”
In describing experiences with the natural world for Wordsworth and for herself, Mary Oliver writes, “Something touched, between us and the universe. It does not always happen. But if it does, we know forever where we live, no matter where we sleep, or eat our dinner, or sit at table and write words on paper.”
“The personal can find its identity only in relation to the whole, which is the mercy of God.” ~Cynthia Bourgeault, Mystical Hope
pondering agápē and agāp(e); the first a noun meaning selfless love, the second an adjective meaning ‘with mouth wide open as in wonder’
“Divine potentiality–beautiful, fathomless, endlessly creative–projects itself into form in order to realize fully the depths of divine love… The act of loving brings hidden potential to full expression, and the more intimate and costly the self-giving, the more precious the quality of love revealed.” ~Cynthia Bourgeault, The Wisdom Jesus
“[T]he Mercy, which we experience here as power, intelligence, purposive goodness, is really none other than the mystical body of Christ of which we are, inevitably and inalienably, living cells.” ~Cynthia Bourgeault, Mystical Hope