Religious Ecology – Rev. Michael Dowd at All Souls Tulsa
A Time for Everything
With eternity in our hearts
everything is made beautiful in its time.
a time to heal;
a time to build;
a time to laugh;
a time to dance;
a time to gather;
a time to embrace;
a time to mend;
a time for peace;
a time to love.
Scattered stones need weep no more, for the seeds planted and watered with tears of mourning give way to the seasons of happiness and the heavens rejoice as it is time.
Inspired by Peter Gabriel’s “The Book of Love” and Ecclesiastes 3 (NIV) and this moment in Time.
on greenville-time
finding home
When you have found the most sacred place of belonging,
where your inner light recognizes
and is recognized by
those in your company,
you have found home.
Excerpt from Sermon: Anam Ċara & the Divine Echo
a Beautiful Birthday Celebration for Orion
The Radical Act of Savoring
In this moment of diving deep into relationship, and completely savoring each day that is perpetual blessing, I appreciate the validation I find in Tara’s video to welcome joy and deep appreciation for the gifts of life, indeed, to savor it! (and, spoiler alert: she reads one of my favorite poems from Mary Oliver!)
#TaraBrach #PermissionToLove
A Million Little Things
It is not often we share/promote network programming. Let alone shows we’ve not even watched yet. However, this new series seems to be addressing some of the most important hidden topics experienced by the vast majority: the need for authentic connections, coping with hopelessness and depression, finding meaning in life, how every moment – every choice – matters and impacts others in often unforeseeable ways, facing our fears, and learning how to tend to the wounds in others while we heal our own hearts and minds. Here’s hoping the creators and producers are able to bring forward a show that opens the door for conversations about these things to be more freely spoken about.
Perennial
May we be blessed to witness that which we have long ago planted, continue to bloom, year after year after year.
Mother’s Day 2018
Yesterday’s Mother’s Day I was pampered by my loves in the morning. They made me breakfast and served it to me in bed. The entire day was filled with relaxation and fun, in nature, with friends, with my loves, and with new family. Life on Lancey Street is beautiful. Our gardens are beginning to bloom, our children’s laughter can be heard in the air. Our friendships keep deepening and our circle keeps growing. Last night, after a day of all of us Moms being able to rest and simply enjoy the day, 17 of us gathered to share dinner together. Then at the end of the evening walked across the street to our homes, satisfied and happy. My wish for the world is that everyone is able to experience and live in this kind of beloved community. My wish is that everyone is able to love and be loved. And to let go of the tethers to anything that prevents this to come into being. There are reasons for which I will hold the telling of in other postings, but Yesterday’s Mother’s Day was a first. I have been a mother for 26 years. In all that time I have never once really celebrated Mother’s Day. Nor, been truly celebrated on Mother’s Day in such unequivocal ways by those who reside with me. Until yesterday. For this and a thousand more things, I am grateful. I accept this gift of change. I accept this time of loving and being loved.