1. It seems no bad thing to have a soul of yellow daffodils in lines across a hilltop.
    — Sue Hubbell, A Book of Bees
     
  2. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune.
    — Walt Whitman
     
  3. All Summer is a Temple

    All Summer is a Temple

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    It has been a quiet peaceful summer, a respite before I begin a full time ministry in Mississauga.  Spending my days at home, for all the attention I have offered this small piece of the world, I still managed to miss so much of the abounding life that surrounds my home.  Mary Oliver says it best.

    Little Summer Poem Touching the Subject of Faith

    Every summer
    I listen and look
    under the sun’s…

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  4. It is good to have an end to journey toward, but it is the journey that matters in the end.
    — Ursula Le Guin
     
  5. The shortest distance between a human being and Truth is a story.
    — Antony de Mello
     
  6. Speaking not metaphorically but fairly literally, it seems that people who can see their life as a story, with a plot or at least narrative continuity (possibly even a happy ending), get along okay, while people who lose that narrative sense are in a lot of trouble, maybe to the point of psychopathy. I’m not talking about personal control, being the author of your fate, because in cultures where individuals don’t control their lives much at all, people can be totally content with the cultural narrative, and live it beautifully. Even if the story itself is stupid or psychopathic, like the war story or the white-supremacy story, if we believe in it and it makes some sense to us we get along, we stay alive, we even think we know what we’re doing.
    — Ursula Le Guin
     
  7. I should ask that …. each child in the world be [given] a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life.
    — Rachel Carson
     
  8. Winter Thanks

    Winter Thanks

    This endless winter cold is making me very grateful for all the technology, food and activities that keep me warm. I am grudgingly grateful, but grateful none the less for our gas fireplace, electric stove, and lovely hot water. This poem sums it up.

    Winter Thanks

    by Marcus Jackson

    To the furnace—tall, steel rectangle
    containing a flawless flame.
    To heat

    gliding through ducts, our babies
    asleep…

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  9. I like to use the word “isumataq.’ It’s of eastern [Inuit] dialect and refers to the storyteller, meaning ‘the person who creates the atmosphere in which wisdom reveals itself.’ I think that’s the writer’s job. It’s not to be brilliant, or to be the person who always knows, but…to be the one who recognizes the patterns that remind us of our obligations and our dreams.
    — Barry Lopez
     
  10. It is the tenderness that breaks our hearts. The loveliness that leaves us stranded on the shore, watching the boats sail away. It is the sweetness that makes us want to reach out and touch the soft skin of another person. And it is the grace that comes to us, undeserving though we may be.
    — Robert Goolrick from The End of the World as We Know It
     
  11. We know so very little about this strange planet we live on, this haunted world where all answers lead only to more mystery.-
    — Edward Abbey from Desert Solitaire
     
  12. Winter’s Harsh Beauty

    For the UU Spiritual Practices blog I curate for the Unitarian Universalist Congregation of Durham, where I am the Consulting Minister, I spend some time each week reading and watching and listening to meditations. A few weeks ago, I found this…

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  13. The day misspent,
    the love misplaced,
    has inside it
    the seed of redemption.
    Nothing is exempt
    from resurrection.
    — Kay Ryan excerpt from “Waste”
     
  14. I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.
    — Emily Bronte
     
  15. We spend January 1 walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives… not looking for flaws, but for potential.
    — Ellen Goodman