Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

It can feel foolish to marvel at the stars when the world is burning or to find the world beautiful  when you've known it to betray you. But wonder is a liberation practice a reminder that we contain more than tragedy. Beauty is our origin and our anchor.

 So it's true: the poplar and I are sisters, daughters of an ancient star, every last thing so much the same (harp, toothpick, linnet, sleet) that whatever I touch is touching me, whatever is is a cousin, unremote. Even the metaphors -  ruby as blood, blood as river, river as dream - all are true, just as the poets promised.

Awaken us to the Oneness of all things, to the beauty and truth of Unity. May we become aware of the interdependence of all living things, and come to know You and everything, and all things in You. For as we return to Your Presence within us, we know not separation,  and Joy becomes our dwelling place. 

 Christ is all And is in all     

 I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, For love would be love for the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

 New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings