Hands to work ...
Heart to God.
Guided by my heritage of a love of beauty and respect for strength, in search of my mother's garden, I found my own.
Guided by my heritage of a love of beauty and respect for strength, in search of my mother's garden, I found my own.
Trust that truth whether good or bad, pretty or ugly, is
still truth . . . the knowledge of anything true brings
freedom and empowerment back to oneself.
Guided by my heritage of a love of beauty
and respect for strength – in search of my
mother's garden, I found my own.
I remember when I used to dismiss the bumper sticker "PRAY FOR PEACE". I realize now that I did not understand it, since I also did not understand prayer, which I now know to be the active affirmation in the physical world of our inseparableness from the divine; and everything, especially the physical world, is divine. War will stop when we no longer praise it, or give it any attention at all. Peace will come wherever it is sincerely invited. Love will overflow every sanctuary given it. Truth will grow where the fertilizer that nourishes it is also truth. Faith will be its own reward ... God answers prayers. Which is another way of saying, the Universe responds ... Only as we have reason to fear what is in our hearts need we fear for the planet. Teach yourself peace. Pass it on.