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The need for metaphor(s).

Once you have language you then have eyes.

Once you have eyes you can then have vision.

Once you have vision you can find a way to participate.

Once you are participating you can enjoy.

And if you can enjoy then chances are you won’t regret.

In the end, it starts with knowing your need for words/language/metaphor. They are our bridges and magic carpets.

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Respect

Re…spect.

It doesn’t mean to kiss up.

It means to look…again.

Re…spect. In other words, re…eye.

To respect is to take a second look.

The second look finds a book under the cover.

The second look sees the soul that swims beneath a role.

The first look shakes hands. The second look holds hearts.

The first look just sees shoes. The second look is now wearing them.

Look.

Again.

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Podcast 63: A Conversation with Sister Joan Chittister

sister joan

Sister Joan Chittister has beautifully become a conduit for the message of faith, hope, and love for over sixty years. Following the heritage and the order of Saint Benedict, Sister Joan has become one of today’s leading spiritual voices, bringing her energy and fiery spirit to everything she does. It’s through this voice that builds bridges across all religions that Sister Joan joins us at Let The Music Play Podcast as we discuss discovering the presence of the Divine under our very feet and how we can honor and celebrate the humanity of everyone whose path we intersect.

You can stream and download this episode and all other episodes of Let The Music Play Podcast in iTunes or at AshtonGustafson.com.

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A few words about few words

If you don’t know a lot about something, it’s probably easy to say a lot of words about it.

It’s funny how our self proclaimed expert minds are sometimes externally louder than what our humble hands have internally graced and experienced.

On the other hand, if you truly know the ins and outs and beauty of something, you hardly know what to say…And when you do, your heart breaks as you try to paint its form and give a description.

What is the silence that shines out of your broken heart?

What do you know by name, by essence, by soul, by heart?

Tell us a little about that.

Your little insight here is going to take us a long way.

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