Today’s Photo Credit: “The skies have been so dramatic and beautiful lately. The sacred in the ordinary, looking west from our Deck in Paso Robles, CA.” Debbie Minton… Thank you Debbie… 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 — Where healing begins Join us every Wednesday… Audio Sabbath Moment
Letters… –Dear Terry, Monday’s Sabbath Moment reminded me of Fr. Greg Boyle’s statement, “God is too busy delighting in you to ever be disappointed in you.” We all need that grace, every single day. Peace to you, Stephanie –Thank you, thank you… Sabbath Moment is just what the soul and body needs. –Thank you Terry for sharing these words today. They gave peace to my soul that I wasn’t even aware I was in need of. Peace and blessings, Susan –Terry: Good morning. Indeed it is! I just finished “This is the Life.” I could not put it down until finished and now wished it would continue on and on. Your vulnerability to share so much of yourself and such all inclusive illustrations are so inspirational. I thank you for you wisdom. Hold on! I believe I feel like dancing! Gotta go! Thank you! Pat
POEMS AND PRAYERS
I am done with great things and big plans, great institutions and big success. I am for those tiny, invisible, loving, human forces that work from individual to individual, creeping through the crannies of the world like so many rootlets, or like the capillary oozing of water, which, if given time, will rend the hardest monuments of pride. William James
That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change. A silkworm eating leaves makes a cocoon. Each of us weaves a chamber of leaves and sticks. Like silkworms, we begin to exist as we disappear inside that room. Without legs, we fly. When I stop speaking, this poem will close in silence more magnificent… I don’t regret how much I love, and I avoid those who repent their passion. Hundreds of sweethearts! I am the lover and the one lovers long for. Blue, and a cure for blues, sky in a small cage, badly hurt but flying. Everybody’s scandalous flaw is mine. Rumi
A Time to Be Silent There must be a time when we cease speaking to be fully present with ourselves. There must be a time when we exclude clamor by listening to nothing whatsoever. There must be a time when we forgo our plans as if we had no plans at all. There must be a time when we abandon conceits and tap into a deeper wisdom. There must be a time when we stop striving and find the peace within. Amen. David O. Rank
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