The act of apology and forgiveness is like a sacrament of human community. It is how we remember who we are to each other. Rosemarie Freeny Harding
The Real Workby Wendell Berry
It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
I was reminded of this lovely spiritual practice as I think about about brothers and sisters across the globe – especially today in Paris…
The Bowl of Tears
Pour water into a clear glass bowl. Speak aloud to the group how this water represents our tears for the world and all beings. Invite each person, as they pass the bowl to each other or as they come and sit or kneel before it, to scoop up some water and let it trickle through their fingers. As they do, they can say: “My tears are for. . . .”
After each practice, spend some time in silent prayer or contemplation. At the close of your time together, invite each person to offer a word or phrase that expresses their desire and intention.
I am the hole in the flute that the Divine breath moves though – listen to the music. Hafiz