30 Years of Life and Ministry
How many TIMES can I LOOK INTO this VALLEY? HOW MANY TIMES can I LISTEN TO the BIRDS singing and watch them feeding HERE? i'm almost embarrassed sometimes to send you ANOTHER picture from HERE!. ~It strikes me today ,though, how EACH time it is it's OWN "TIME"...moment, occurrence ...one BrEATH, ITS OWN LIFE TIME.. How the light and color and freshness of the air the felt sense of the movement of the breeze and the daily difference in the birdsongs and how they even come to the feeder is not like any other day. We truly are in many ways always being BORN AGAIN; being brought into the world through THE SPIRIT OF THIS MOMENT, the womb of this DAY'S BODY,. MOVING from any FEAR of repeating.. or sense of redundancy we can pause in this moment and FINF ITS FRESHNESS; IT TRUE NEWNESS, for only ONCE yet also FOREVER! JOURNEYS ended, journeys begun ~to go where we have never been TO BE BEYOND OUR PAST ...." from the Monks of Vermont. Enjoy the newness! Dan ofm
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