Tears come easily for me of late. There is no story and there is. There is love for people, love for this world. These tears that come are hot, brought forth from deep inside, magma. The words from Sting's song keep coming to me, "The Russians Love Their Children Too." I watched the movie Precious last night. I had avoided it thinking it might be sentimentalized but no, it felt very true.
CLARITY IS FREEDOM
I had tea yesterday with a great theologian,
and he asked me,
“What is your experience of God’s will?”
I liked that question –
for the distillation of thought hones thought in others.
Clarity, I know, is freedom.
What is my experience of God’s will?
Everyone is a traveler. Most all need lodging, food,
I let enter my mouth what will enrich me. I wear what
will make my eye content,
I sleep where I will
wake with the
all my mind can
What is God’s will for a wing?
Every bird knows
~ St. Teresa of Avila ~
(Love Poems From God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West by Daniel Ladinsky)