Here’s a thought to put Monday into perspective 🙂
Something precious is lost if we rush headlong into the details of life without pausing for a moment to pay homage to the mystery of life and another day.
The mark of a wild heart is living out the paradox of love in our lives. It’s the ability to be tough and tender, excited and scared, brave and afraid–all at the same moment. It’s showing up in our vulnerability and our courage, being both fierce and kind.
It strikes me that a wild heart–or developing one, to be more precise–is essential for the spiritual life. What do you think?
“The most irresistible beauty is the radiant glow from a kind and gentle heart.” Richelle E. Goodrich
It seems to me, that these are also the most vulnerable kind of hearts, the hearts that get broken so easily…but with lots of faith, love, and time, they somehow get put back together again, and are even kinder and gentler than before. Have you known people like that? I have, lots of them. They are the people I love the most, for their generosity, their warmth, their innate ability to love without counting the cost. They are the healers of our world.
(N.B. Snowstorm today…I think Fiona has the right idea!)