Today’s Photo Credit: “A rescue dog from Jackson, Tennessee, Buddy adores a good Maine winter! We give thanks to God for the beauty of His creation and for the joy and wonder the animal kingdom gives us.” Becky and Doug Pride (Falmouth, Maine)… Thank you Becky and Doug… Keep sending your photos… send to firstname.lastname@example.org Yes, your gift makes a difference… Donation = Love… Help make Sabbath Moment possible. I write SM because I want to live with a soft heart; to create a place for sanctuary, empathy, inclusion, compassion and kindness… a space where we are refueled to make a difference. SM remains free. (NEW address by check: PO Box 65336, Port Ludlow, WA 98365) NEW EVENTS — March 18 – 20 Religious Education Congress, Anaheim, CA NEW Audio SM… Enjoy — Grace meets us there Join us every Wednesday… Audio Sabbath Moment
Letters… –Terry, Thanks for the link to the ‘Don’t Judge’ video. This struck home with me during this time of polarization in our society and around the world. There are so many instances in a day that I judge someone off the cuff (e.g. the person in the post office without a mask, the car with the bumper sticker supporting something I disagree with). I am saving the link and am planning on watching it again every couple of weeks. Thanks for Sabbath Moment. It helps me start my day on a good note. Grace and Peace, Bill (Thanks Bill… Here’s the video for those who missed it…) –“This Is the Life” arrived yesterday, and I LOVE IT! It’s like having you and your heart and wisdom at arm’s length all the time. The Hafiz poem on p. 15 “Come dance with me, come dance” sings to me. Thank you sooooo much for writing this! I cannot say enough what a delight this book is for me. Carolyn –Hi Terry, Thanks so much for sending the suggestion to watch 3 minute video, “Don’t Judge.” Of all the things you have ever sent, this by far broke my heart. My husband and I just sat here in tears. Wish whole world could watch it. God bless, Donna
POEMS AND PRAYERS
Home is a place where you can catch a dream and ride it to the end of the line and back. Where you can watch shadow and light doing a tight little tango on a wooden floor or an intoxicated moon rising through an empty window. Home is a place to become yourself. It’s somewhere you can close a door and open your heart. –Theo Pelletier
Choice There isn’t a right answer. There just isn’t. The game show where the bells ring and the points go up and the confetti falls because you got the answer is a lie. The preacher who would assure you of how to attain salvation is making it all up. The doctor who knows just how to fix what ails you will be sure of something else tomorrow. Every choice will cure someone, wound someone, steal from the poor and feed an abiding hunger. Things will always happen that you can’t foresee. But you have to choose. It’s all we have—that little rudder that we employ in the midst of all the eddies and rapids, the current that pulls us inexorably toward the sea. The fact that you are swept along by the river is no excuse. Watch where you are going. Lean in toward what you love. When in doubt, tell the truth. Lynn Ungar (1/28/14)
God bless to me the new day never vouchsafed to me before it is to bless thy own presence thou has given triumph God Bless thou to me mine eye may mine eye bless all it sees I will bless my neighbour may my neighbour bless me, God give me a clean heart let me not from sight of thine eye…. (trans A.Carmichael) anam cara John O’Donohue
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As a child I lost something (can’t remember what) but I was crushed. What I do remember are the words if my mother: ” someone will find it and be happy because that is just what they need at the moment.” I am not sure that made my ten year old self feel better, but 65 years later I remember my mother’s gift to me.