“We need the tonic of wildness…At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”

Henry David Thoreau (1817 – 1862), transcendentalist, naturalist, writer, born on this day

Feast Day of Saint Benedict

“Let all guests who arrive be received as Christ, because He will say: “I was a stranger and you took Me in” (Mt 25:35)…

And above all let care be scrupulously shewn in receiving the poor and strangers; for in them specially is Christ received.”

From The Rule of St. Benedict, Chapter LIII

Artwork by Jules-Joseph Dauban

“The creation and the Creator are not two. Just as all golden jewelry is nothing but gold, just as all earthen pots are essentially nothing but clay, just as every wave is basically water, so too it is the Creator that has become this world.”

Sri Mata Amritanandamayi Devi, known as Amma

“I stand on the edge of myself and wonder where is home?
Oh, where is the place where beauty will last?
When will I be safe? And where?

My tourist heart is wearing me out.
I am so tired of seeking for treasures that tarnish.
How much longer, Lord?
Oh, which way is home?
My luggage is heavy. It is weighing me down.
I am hungry for the holy ground of home.

Then suddenly, overpowering me with the truth,
A voice within me gentles me, and says:

There is a power in you, a truth in you
That has not yet been tapped.
You are blinded with a blindness that is deep
For you’ve not loved the pilgrim in you yet.

There is a road that runs straight through your heart.
Walk on it.

To be a pilgrim means to be on the move, slowly,
To notice your luggage becoming lighter
To be seeking for treasures that do not rust
To be comfortable with your heart’s questions
To be moving toward the holy ground of home
With empty hands and bare feet.

And yet, you cannot reach that home
Until you’ve loved the pilgrim in you.
One must be comfortable with pilgrimhood
Before one’s feet can touch the homeland.

Do you want to go home?
There’s a road that runs straight through your heart.
Walk on it.”

Tourist or Pilgrim? by Sister Macrina Wiederkehr (1939 – 2020)

“When we look deeply into others, we’re looking deeply into ourselves at the same time. If we think the other person is someone other than us, that their success or failure has nothing to do with us, then we have not been successful in our looking deeply. The happiness of that person is linked to our own happiness. If we’re not happy, the other person can’t be happy, and our larger community won’t be happy.”

From Peace Is This Moment by Thich Nhat Hanh

“There was an Old Woman lived under the hill
And if she’s not gone, she lives there still – traditional British rhyme

Feminine and masculine are the left and right hands of God. We have only recently begun to remember the divine feminine and to respect her again, but she has never been far from us. Earth herself reminds us of the living presence of the feminine principle as she unfolds her many faces through the cycle of the year. The Old Woman who lives under the hill is the oldest grandmother of us all: our very substance derives from her, and as we trace her many aspects through the seasons, we appreciate the different gifts with which we are endowed.

As a young girl in spring, she is innocent; playful and delightful, she responds to beauty with joy. When our hearts are in springtime mode, we are filled with clarity and truth, in touch with our own integrity. In May-time, when blossom’s heady scent of desire is in the air, she reaches the borders of womanhood and looks with desire upon the beloved of her heart, rejoicing in the song of summer’s freedom. When our hearts are in summer mode, we have power and self-confidence.

In autumn, she becomes mother, fierce protector of all that she loves. In autumn, we reflect this face as our creative vision is fulfilled. When winter comes, she strips bare the bough, clarifying each soul. But many do not choose to know her now, for she grows thin and gray. Yet she is ever stronger, as ice and snow cover her with a new mantle.

Those who fear the Old Woman’s features never kiss her or call upon her wisdom. But she welcomes all, calling us to look again and find in ourselves the reflection of her wisdom. She calls us to realize that she is in every part of the universe, that the earth is but our most immediate mirror of her features. Her truth, beauty, compassion, and wisdom are in every place, in every face.”

From The Celtic Spirit: Daily Meditations for the Turning Year by Caitlin Matthews

“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”

Frida Kahlo (1907 – 1954), painter, born on this day

Image by Gibrán Aquino

International Day of Co-operatives

“Show me the suffering of the most miserable;
So I will know my people’s plight.
Free me to pray for others;
For you are present in every person.
Help me take responsibility for my own life;
So that I can be free at last.
Grant me courage to serve others;
For in service there is true life.
Give me honesty and patience;
So that I can work with other workers.
Bring forth song and celebration;
So that the Spirit will be alive among us.
Let the Spirit flourish and grow;
So that we will never tire of the struggle.
Let us remember those who have died for justice;
For they have given us life.
Help us love even those who hate us;
So we can change the world. Amen.”

Cesar E. Chavez (1927 – 1993), founder of the US National Farm Workers Association, pictured at peace rally, 1971

“Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.”

Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804 – 1864), writer, born on this day

“Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”

Franz Kafka (1883 – 1924), writer, born on this day