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Episode 122: The Light Right Where You Are
June 10, 2024
There are times in our lives where we feel that we may not
where we are going. We may be in a space of waiting, or not fully immersed into
one thing. We may feel lost or purposelessness in the ordinary. Letting go of
needing to know where we are going, being seen a certain way, and feeling a
sense of security, allows us to be content in the place where God has us.
When I am among the trees,
Especially the willows and the honey locust,
Equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
They give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
In which I have goodness, and discernment,
And never hurry through the world
But walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
And call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy,
to be filled
With light, and to shine.”
Mary Oliver, When I am Among the Trees
Photo credit: Alex Winn, Australian hike
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June 10, 2024
There are times in our lives where we feel that we may not
where we are going. We may be in a space of waiting, or not fully immersed into
one thing. We may feel lost or purposelessness in the ordinary. Letting go of
needing to know where we are going, being seen a certain way, and feeling a
sense of security, allows us to be content in the place where God has us.
When I am among the trees,
Especially the willows and the honey locust,
Equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
They give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
In which I have goodness, and discernment,
And never hurry through the world
But walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
And call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy,
to be filled
With light, and to shine.”
Mary Oliver, When I am Among the Trees
Photo credit: Alex Winn, Australian hike