Finding faith . . .

Wednesday, January 15, 2025

It’s Odin’s day … and Ridgway is clear, cold with Southerlies warming things up a bit today. 

It turns out that life doesn’t need a purpose to simply be what it is. Does a tree need to find its purpose to grow? Does the wind need a reason to blow? — Santiago Santai Jiménez

Martin Luther King Jr., was born on this day in 1929 Atlanta, Ga.

"A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death.” — MLK

Trump is salivating over the Mercator Projections.

The University of Notre Dame was officially chartered on this date in 1844, founded in Indiana by the Congregation of the Holy Cross. 

Faith

I want to write about faith,

     about the way the moon rises

          over cold snow, night after night,

faithful even as it fades from fullness,

     slowly becoming that last curving and impossible

          sliver of light before the final darkness.

But I have no faith myself

     I refuse it even the smallest entry.

Let this then, my small poem,

     like a new moon, slender and barely open,

          be the first prayer that opens me to faith.

— David Whyte: Essentials. Originally published in Where Many Rivers Meet