Between The Planes

The Monastery 2005 part 1

Jason Leith art story of Dawn

Have you had your art date today?

Have your daily slo-o-o-ow….

Our hunger is a good thing…

ladylandscape:

by Camille Seaman
These things happen I suppose.
They always happen.
I used to care about something, you know.
I did.
I used to feel something when I stared at the sky.
Now the hardwood feels cold under my feet,
and my lungs have lost their warmth.
The clouds eat me whole as I walk home.
They smile.
Sometimes I do too.
But I’ve wandered too far this time,
these steps don’t look familiar.
Someone still sleeps inside this house,
but it’s not me.
Someone still lives inside these bones,
but it’s not me.
I left a long time ago (via christopherevan)
What if it’s true? That just as fish are to water and broccoli to earth, Spirit is the “ground” in which humans are suited to thrive? Am I allowing myself to live out of that Reality? 
Father, you are the Life In which we live and move and have our being. Orient us today around the Reality of you and your kingdom, so that we can live out the fullness of your love, compassion and beauty and make manifest heaven on earth. Amen

What if it’s true? That just as fish are to water and broccoli to earth, Spirit is the “ground” in which humans are suited to thrive? Am I allowing myself to live out of that Reality?
Father, you are the Life In which we live and move and have our being. Orient us today around the Reality of you and your kingdom, so that we can live out the fullness of your love, compassion and beauty and make manifest heaven on earth. Amen

A modern day Song of Songs. Dedicated to Mike Parisi and all the husbands everywhere who dare to enter into true intimacy and commitment and discover the joy.

The birds they sang
At the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what
Has passed away
Or what is yet to be.

instead:

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.