Marv and Nancy Hiles

To pray is not to use special language

To pray is not to use special language; it is the sound of a cry or a laugh rising from ordinary days. Formal or official words can often be lifeless. To pray we need to return like children to an elemental language of soul, to something close to song, to chant, to playground singing.

~ from ALL THE DAYS OF MY LIFE by Marv and Nancy Hiles

Spring can be the most difficult season

Spring can be the most difficult season of the year catching us between the rising tide of life and the damp caverns of memory that lie among the sleepy roots of our being. It is time to attend the soil that has lain fallow for many months -- we are, after all, animated ground. April can be an agitating month, leaving us to ride out this new, insistent life from places inside us never before reached. Kites, in the driven skies, tug at thin strings that tether them to earth, just as our souls tug at our bodies. Swallows and purple martins dive heart-stoppingly into the emptiness. Something light and lithe in us responds. . . . We are, after all, much more than rational beings.

~ from AN ALMANAC FOR THE SOUL by Marv and Nancy Hiles

To kneel at the tim of the abyss of our profound unknowing

Our planet is awash in the gentle light and shadow of an impenetrable Mystery; it is time, in spite of all our vaunted learning and might, to kneel at the rim of the abyss of our profound unknowing.

~ from ALL THE DAYS OF MY LIFE, by Marv and Nancy Hiles

Not fatigued from overwork

A hidden river runs beneath the conscious layers of our lives.  We become fatigued not from overwork, but from how much energy it takes to stage our lives in order to drown out the sounds of the river inside us.
 

~ from All the Days of My Life, by Marv and Nancy Hiles

There is no there anywhere

There is no there anywhere, no destination, only ways through,
passages, resting spots, doors that swing open to where
a vision is hammered out, painted, written, sung or prayed
behind the facade of the common.
 

~ from ALL THE DAYS OF MY LIFE by Marv and Nancy Hiles

One winter day something will shine out from an everyday object

One winter day
something will shine out
from an everyday object
and the darkness will flood with light.
Something we have seen
a thousand times
suddenly becomes
the sentinel of
another world.

~ from ALL THE DAYS OF MY LIFE by Marv and Nancy Hiles

The rise and fall of a songline

We will never "solve" life, crack its ultimate code, or frame it with consistency. It is forever enigmatic and resists control by words or concepts. What is left to us is the rise and fall of a songline and the vision of a Great White Rose.

~ from ALL THE DAYS OF MY LIFE by Marv and Nancy Hiles
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