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Everyday I ask the loving voice of wisdom, which dwells in our hearts and in this world: “What would you have me know today?” And then I listen. This is what I heard one day, not long ago…
From elsewhere:
“We do not think ourselves into a new way of living, but we must live ourselves into a new way of thinking.” (Richard Rohr)
From my heart:
You can sit there in that rocking chair and run your thoughts through your head all morning until the soles of their feet bleed, but they’ll still have miles to run, and it’ll be circles they’re running in, until you give yourself something to act on.
Everyday I ask the loving voice of wisdom, which dwells in our hearts and in this world: “What would you have me know today?” And then I listen. This is what I heard one day, not long ago…
From elsewhere:
“Every step and every strain and hard breath and heart pump is an investment in tomorrow morning’s strength.” (Terry & Renny Russell, On the Loose, I think)
In my mind, I responded:
Ok. Then I’ll walk on.
From my heart, I heard:
I am the walk.
My mind:
So, tomorrow’s strength isn’t the why that I’m after?
My heart:
Yep. Strength is a by-product.
Everyday I ask the loving voice of wisdom, which dwells in our hearts and in this world: “What would you have me know today?” And then I listen. This is what I heard one day, not long ago…
From elsewhere:
“...men of intelligence who formerly possessed an ordinary amount of refinement.”
From my heart:
And what is the ordinary refinement that you are shedding?
Everyday I ask the loving voice of wisdom, which dwells in our hearts and in this world: “What would you have me know today?” And then I listen. This is what I heard one day, not long ago…
From elsewhere:
“It’s giving until the giving feels like receiving.” (Mary Oliver, To Begin With, the Sweetgrass)
From my heart:
Like the rough Father says, though a little bit gentler.
Everyday I ask the loving voice of wisdom, which dwells in our hearts and in this world: “What would you have me know today?” And then I listen. This is what I heard one day, not long ago…
From elsewhere:
“Rest thee by many brooks and hearthsides without misgiving.” (Henry David Thoreau, Walden)
In my mind I responded:
But I don’t feel okay. I don’t feel at rest, at ease. Everything’s just a little bit uphill.
From my heart:
It’s been that way ever since you started walking uphill, hasn’t it?
Everyday I ask the loving voice of wisdom, which dwells in our hearts and in this world: “What would you have me know today?” And then I listen. This is what I heard one day, not long ago…
From elsewhere:
“For afterwards a man finds pleasure in his pains, when he has suffered long and wandered long.” (Homer, the Odyssey)
From my heart:
I know, my love, you think of others first when you read of the hope that pain may amount to life, even pleasure.
Everyday I ask the loving voice of wisdom, which dwells in our hearts and in this world: “What would you have me know today?” And then I listen. This is what I heard one day, not long ago…
From elsewhere:
“We aim a black box and scratch on beaten wood pulp.” (Terry & Renny Russell, On the Loose)
From my heart:
I put that smile there, my darling.
Everyday I ask the loving voice of wisdom, which dwells in our hearts and in this world: “What would you have me know today?” And then I listen. This is what I heard one day, not long ago…
From elsewhere:
“Now we know what is trivia and what is real.” (Terry & Renny Russell, On the Loose)
From my heart:
It might take you a while to discern between the two, beloved.
Everyday I ask the loving voice of wisdom, which dwells in our hearts and in this world: “What would you have me know today?” And then I listen. This is what I heard one day, not long ago…
From elsewhere:
“There is nothing like the perils of the wilderness to breed this free and easy sort of genial, desperado philosophy.” (Herman Melville)
From my heart:
Free.
Everyday I ask the loving voice of wisdom, which dwells in our hearts and in this world: “What would you have me know today?” And then I listen. This is what I heard one day, not long ago…
From elsewhere:
“Hear the faint chattering of the songs that are to come.” (Wendell Berry)
From my heart:
No matter the trials of today.
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