“ .. for breath is a name for God, which is also the sound of what we cannot see.”. I love this. Everything breathes. Everything has God in it. I can listen.
It gives me chills to read Padraig's words and to take part in his reflections. It's cold and grey and white. The ground is ice capped. I read this while looking out the window into our small garden and a beautiful female cardinal was rummaging for seeds under the feeder. She left and then a male appeared. There was a dove as well and a sparrow. They were all out there and now they're gone again. I'm here, not sure what I'm thinking, but very content, maybe absorbing peace and also thinking about resiliency. The female cardinal is back.
Padraig has the remarkable ability to take us in any of a myriad directions. Thrilling to dart back and forth through the crevices and wide open valleys of his mind. Like those birds he adores: “no two trees are the same to raven, no two branches the same to wren …” from Wagoner.
A very perceptive goal as Padraig says is to look inward rather than outward as you reach and extend beyond the immediate boundaries of your vision.
Ultimately we are here to learn how to die in grace and with love and dignity. We will never be able to do so if we constantly fear God, fear death and fear ourselves.
To say this is wonderful is an understatement, and at a time when I am in the throes of writing about systemic sorrow, it reached out a hand. Also: Keola Beamer. Thank you.
Ahead and beside, Padraig O Tuama is always right t(here). 💫Sometimes seems like everywhere...
“ .. for breath is a name for God, which is also the sound of what we cannot see.”. I love this. Everything breathes. Everything has God in it. I can listen.
It gives me chills to read Padraig's words and to take part in his reflections. It's cold and grey and white. The ground is ice capped. I read this while looking out the window into our small garden and a beautiful female cardinal was rummaging for seeds under the feeder. She left and then a male appeared. There was a dove as well and a sparrow. They were all out there and now they're gone again. I'm here, not sure what I'm thinking, but very content, maybe absorbing peace and also thinking about resiliency. The female cardinal is back.
Padraig has the remarkable ability to take us in any of a myriad directions. Thrilling to dart back and forth through the crevices and wide open valleys of his mind. Like those birds he adores: “no two trees are the same to raven, no two branches the same to wren …” from Wagoner.
A very perceptive goal as Padraig says is to look inward rather than outward as you reach and extend beyond the immediate boundaries of your vision.
Ultimately we are here to learn how to die in grace and with love and dignity. We will never be able to do so if we constantly fear God, fear death and fear ourselves.
🙏🏽❣️🦋
Included in your wisdom gained thru your shared story is a reminder to me to be in the moment…the birds, rain…
To say this is wonderful is an understatement, and at a time when I am in the throes of writing about systemic sorrow, it reached out a hand. Also: Keola Beamer. Thank you.
Connor, what a wonderful exchange!
Rich and fertile.
gorgeous