Monday, December 15, 2014
Monday, December 8, 2014
Faith, a blind cow at The Gentle Barn
I am the voice of the voiceless
Through me the dumb shall speak
Till the deaf world's ear
Be made to hear
The wrongs of the wordless weak.
And I am my brother's keeper
And I shall fight his fight
And speak the word
For beast and bird
Till the world shall set things right.
-Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919)
Through me the dumb shall speak
Till the deaf world's ear
Be made to hear
The wrongs of the wordless weak.
And I am my brother's keeper
And I shall fight his fight
And speak the word
For beast and bird
Till the world shall set things right.
-Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919)
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
“Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our natural lives.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
"The artist speaks to that part of you which yearns for beauty and creativity.
Your inner artist invites you to participate in the great work of healing the world by lifting out of your senses creative images, words, and actions that inspire others to live lives of wonder and surprise."
~ Macrina Wiederkehr, O.S.B.
Monk of St. Scholastica Monastery
Fort Smith, Arkansas
(from the Foreword in Artist's Rule, by Christine Valters Paintner)
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Friday, October 3, 2014
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Friday, September 26, 2014
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
~ Dinah Maria (Mulock) Craik, A Life for a Life
Monday, September 22, 2014
Friday, September 12, 2014
Friday, September 5, 2014
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Thursday, August 21, 2014
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Wendell Berry, "The Peace of Wild Things" from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry. Copyright © 1998.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171140
Monday, August 18, 2014
Friday, August 15, 2014
“I discovered a version of the sinner's prayer that increased my faith far more than the one that I had said years earlier...In this version, there were no formulas, no set phrases that promised us safe passage across the abyss. There was only our tattered trust that the Spirit who had given us life would not leave us in the wilderness without offering us life again.”
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