Collected by Anne Wray, for ahscknye
i look at how comfortable i can be with what is not known and allow myself to rest with faith in the right outcome. this is the season of entering the unknown. it is the season of hope and faith.
~robin hereens lysne, sacred living
advent is not for the naïve. because in spite of the dark and cold, we see light----you look up, or you make light, with candles, or with strands of lightbulbs on trees.
~anne lamott, some assembly required
what is so utterly invisible as tomorrow?
not love, not the wind, not the inside of a stone.
this is the irrational season
when love blooms bright and wild.
had mary been filled with reason
there’d have been no room for the child.
~madeleine l’engle, the weather of the heart
for lo! the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old,
when with the ever circling years, shall come the time foretold,
when peace shall over all the earth, its ancient splendors fling,
and the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing.
~edmund h. sears, “it came upon a midnight clear”
from that which we fear, make us fearless.
o bounteous one, assist us with your aid.
~atharva veda xix
when your truth forsakes its shyness,
when your fears surrender to your strengths,
you will begin to experience
that all existence
is a teeming sea of infinite life.
religious representations of god now get in the way of your direct mystical experience.
~andrew boyd, daily afflictions
as the sky darkens and this hemisphere of world turns toward expectant sleep, may we recall in our dreams that each day is a holy day, that each of us carries within an original spark from that original flame that has brought us all this life, no matter what it does or what we do to it, we are as connected to that rising star as we are to our hands, feet, heart and mind.
~jay joslin, rainbows over crossroads