“Do you have a question that can't be answered? Do the stars frighten you by their heaviness and their endless number?
Does it bother you, that mercy is so difficult to understand?”
― Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver
Does it bother you, that mercy is so difficult to understand?”
― Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver
“And what is this? I asked the earth, and it said, "I am not he!" And all things in it confessed the same. I asked the sea and the deeps, and among living animals the things that creep, and they answered, "We are not your God! Seek you higher than us!" I asked the winds that blow: and all the air, with the dwellers therein, said, "Anaximenes was wrong. I am not God!" I asked the heavens, the sun, the moon, and the stars: "We are not God whom you seek," said they, To all things that stand around the doors of my flesh I said, "Tell me of my God! Although you are not he, tell me something of him!" With a mighty voice they cried out, "He made us!" My question was the gaze I turned on them; the answer was their beauty.”
― Confessions
― Confessions
“Tish is sensitive, and that is her superpower. The opposite of sensitive is not brave. It's not brave to refuse to pay attention, to refuse to notice, to refuse to feel and know and imagine. The opposite of sensitive is insensitive, and that's no badge of honor.
Tish senses. Even as the world tries to speed by her, she is slowly taking it in. Wait, stop. That thing you said... it made me feel something and wonder something. Can we stay there for a moment? I have feelings. I have questions. In most cultures, folks like Tish are identified early, set apart as shamans, medicine people, poets, and clergy. They are considered eccentric but critical to the survival of the group because they are able to hear things others don't hear and see things others don't see and feel things others don't feel. The culture depends on the sensitivity of a few, because nothing can be healed if it's not sensed first. But our society is so hell-bent on expansion, power, and efficiency at all costs that the folks like Tish- like me- are inconvenient. We slow the world down. We're on the bow of the Titanic, pointing, crying out, "Iceberg! Iceberg!" while everyone else is below deck, yelling back, "We just want to keep dancing!"
It is easier to call us broken and dismiss us than to consider that we are responding appropriately to a broken world.”
― Untamed
Tish senses. Even as the world tries to speed by her, she is slowly taking it in. Wait, stop. That thing you said... it made me feel something and wonder something. Can we stay there for a moment? I have feelings. I have questions. In most cultures, folks like Tish are identified early, set apart as shamans, medicine people, poets, and clergy. They are considered eccentric but critical to the survival of the group because they are able to hear things others don't hear and see things others don't see and feel things others don't feel. The culture depends on the sensitivity of a few, because nothing can be healed if it's not sensed first. But our society is so hell-bent on expansion, power, and efficiency at all costs that the folks like Tish- like me- are inconvenient. We slow the world down. We're on the bow of the Titanic, pointing, crying out, "Iceberg! Iceberg!" while everyone else is below deck, yelling back, "We just want to keep dancing!"
It is easier to call us broken and dismiss us than to consider that we are responding appropriately to a broken world.”
― Untamed
“But what of the present? Is it just a moment, glinting briefly between past and future, hardly worth elaborating on? No, it is to be the pulsing, white-hot center of all the subsequent narrative, the unlikely intersection of time and eternity, the moment where God is always to be found.”
― The Gifts of the Jews, How a Tribe of Desert Nomads Changed the Way Everyone Thinks and Feels
― The Gifts of the Jews, How a Tribe of Desert Nomads Changed the Way Everyone Thinks and Feels
“I gave in, and admitted that God was God, and knelt and prayed: perhaps, that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England. I did not then see what is now the most shining and obvious thing; the Divine humility which will accept a convert even on such terms. The Prodigal Son at least walked home on his own feet. But who can duly adore that Love which will open the high gates to a prodigal who is brought in kicking, struggling, resentful, and darting his eye in every direction for a chance of escape? The words compelle intrare, compel them to come in, have been so abused by wicked men that we shudder at them; but, properly understood, they plumb the depth of the Divine mercy. The hardness of God is kinder than the softness of men, and His compulsion is our liberation.”
― Surprised by Joy: The Shape of My Early Life
― Surprised by Joy: The Shape of My Early Life
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