Awareness of the now.
Hope on the horizon.
Connection.
Joy-filled, wondrous experience.
Quiet service.
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Awareness of the now.
Hope on the horizon.
Connection.
Joy-filled, wondrous experience.
Quiet service.
We have two choices with our words.
They can be candles or they can be swords?
Sure things need to be poked, prodded, cut, challenged, and defended. And when this is done well, we can only hope that the holes left from the prodding and poking will let more light in.
Outtakes…
This place is quite electric if you’ll take notice.
And this electricity moves through all kinds of conductors that include: you, me, prayers, pens, tweets, help, hands, hugs, hopes, art, conversations, and so forth.
See it one place, see it everywhere.
Notice the power, participate in the possibility.
This thought has sat heavy on me recently.
I thought on it as I walked into my office today.
We > Me.
I thought on this as I had a long drive this week with just my wife and I.
We > Me.
And as I created new inside jokes with my girls this weekend, I had a misty-eyed moment….
We > Me.
We all want to be part of something great that is becoming something greater.
Parker J. Palmer once wrote, “We are exploring together. We are cultivating a garden together, backs to the sun. The question is a hoe in our hands and we are digging beneath the hard and crusty surface to the rich humus of our lives.”
The best part of this thought isn’t the exploration, the cultivating, the questions, or even the rich humus.
It’s the we…..
The act of creating is the exhale of the artist.
The gift of changing and moving someone with one’s art is the in inhale of the artist.
Both are needed to breathe.
Ashton.Gustafson 