Reminding the Chior: Thou Art a Verb . . .

In our Sol's day mailbox, this cold start to a soon to be mild day:

There are two types of people: those who believe everything is a miracle and those who believe nothing is.

It is possible . . . to live from a place of wisdom and compassion rather than delusion and reactivity. This is where the path of The Way leads, and no matter how far from “enlightenment” we may feel, if we are purposfully sincere, even for a moment, we are moving toward it. The journey of a thousand miles is taken in the first step.

Just because it can occur, there is no quick, it-could-happen-any-day-now enlightenment plan. – Marshall Glickman, in Zen Moorings.

Engaging with a world on fire.

We do not know where the horizon will take us. We have a glimmering, an inclination, a notion that somehow we will find something beyond our present knowledge. The excitement is palpable and belongs to the horizon. – David Whyte, from the opening to A Star for Navigation.

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me …

… I come into the peace of wild things
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry. The Peace of Wild Things, Penguin, 1968.

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