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There are so many different ways of being healed. The best way, and by far the commonest, is to be loved. To be loved by God, and to know it and live it, is to be healed indeed. The Good News first of all is that you and I are accepted and loved by God. From all eternity you and I have been in the mind of God. God’s love for us is utterly reliable and has no conditions whatsoever.

– Cyril Brooks

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Presence is what we are all starving for. Real presence! We are too busy to be present, too blind to see the nourishment and salvation in the crumbs of life, the experience of each moment. Yet the secret of life is this: There are no leftovers! There is nothing– no thing, no person, no experience, no thought, no joy or pain– that cannot be harvested and used for nourishment on our journey to God.

– Macrina Wiederkehr

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“God’s soul is the wind rustling plants and leaves,
the dew dancing on the grass,
the rainy breezes making everything to grow.
Just like this, the kindness of a person flows,
touching those dragging burdens of longing.
We should be a breeze helping the homeless,
dew comforting those who are depressed,
the cool, misty air refreshing the exhausted,
and with God’s teaching we have got to feed the hungry.
This is how we share God’s soul.”

– Hildegard of Bingen, Hymn –
from A Little Daily Wisdom by Carmen Butcher

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Again I resume the long
lesson: how small a thing
can be pleasing, how little
in this hard world it takes
to satisfy the mind
and bring it to its rest.

With the ongoing havoc
the woods this morning is
almost unnaturally still.
Through stalled air, unshadowed
light, a few leaves fall
of their own weight.

The sky
is gray. It begins in mist
almost at the ground
and rises forever. The trees
rise in silence almost
natural, but not quite,
almost eternal, but
not quite.

What more did I
think I wanted? Here is
what has always been.
Here is what will always
be. Even in me,
the Maker of all this
returns in rest, even
to the slightest of His works,
a yellow leaf slowly
falling, and is pleased.

– SABBATHS 1999, VII by Wendell Berry

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“From time to time, to remind ourselves to relax and be peaceful, we may wish to set aside some time for a retreat, a day of mindfulness, when we can walk slowly, smile, drink tea with a friend, enjoy being together as if we are the happiest people on Earth.”

– Thich Nhat Hanh

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Endurance is the crowning quality, And patience all the passion of great hearts.

– James Russell Lowell

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I loved the rain as a child. I loved the sound of it on the leaves of trees and roofs and
windowpanes and umbrellas and the feel of it on my face and bare legs. I loved the hiss of rubber
tires on rainy streets and the flip-flop of windshield wipers. I loved the smell of wet grass and
raincoats and shaggy coats of dogs. A rainy day was a special day for me in a sense that no other
kind of day was–a day when the ordinariness of things was suspended with ragged skies drifting
to the color of pearl and dark streets turning to dark rivers of reflected light and even people
transformed somehow as the rain drew them closer by giving them something to think about
together, to take common shelter from, to complain of and joke about in ways that made them
more like friends than it seemed to me they were on ordinary sunny days. But more than anything, I think, I loved
rain for the power it had to make indoors seem snugger and safer and a place to find
refuge in from everything outdoors that was un-home, unsafe. I loved rain for making home seem
home more deeply…

– Frederick Buechner, The Sacred Journey

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“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds you plant.”

– Robert Louis Stevenson

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Love builds highways out of dead ends. ~ Louis Gittner

Take the time today to remember a time in your life when you thought that life was all over for you. Remember a time when you reached a bottom… when you could go no further… when you were ready to give up… to quit.

Remember what happened to turn that moment around. Was it an inspiration from a page in a book, a touch of a friend, a spiritual awakening?

Remember the love that was given to you, and how far you have come from that moment. It does not even matter if you are not where you think you should be… you are not where you were.

Remember the love… refeel that love… and pass it on to someone else in need.

– r e a d i t s o m e w h e r e

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It does the heart good to remember that no matter where we are in this big world, no matter what our circumstance, no matter how far removed from God we might judge ourselves to be, there is always work going on behind the scenes, there is always hope.

Prayer rises like incense every minute, and just as daisies turn their faces towards the sun, voices sing to God, adorers kneel before the Lord, the God of Hosts, and heaven hears earth’s bells ringing.

Whether prayer is coming from a hospital or sick bed, from a small congregation gathered for morning Mass, or a monastery during the testing hours of night, all prayer is carried to the ear of God, to the heart of heaven. No-one can know for sure just who is receiving or will receive graces this day or who, awake or asleep, will be fortified against the raging world as he or she is blessed by God and enfolded in the mantle of love..

– Via Veritas, Belfast, Ireland