Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

  Proper Effort is not the effort to           make something particular happen.           It is the effort to be aware             and awake in each moment. 

  The church says: the body is a sin Science says: the body is a machine Advertising says: the body is a business The body says: I am a fiesta

 Just as the hare is zipping across the finish line, the tortoise has stopped once again by the roadside, this time to stick out his neck and nibble a bit of sweet grass, unlike the previous time when he was distracted by a bee humming in the heart of a wildflower.

 Earth teach me stillness as the grasses are stilled with light. Earth teach me suffering as old stones suffer with memory. Earth teach me humility as blossoms are humble with beginning. Earth teach me caring as the mother who succors her young. Earth teach me courage as the tree which stands alone. Earth teach me limitation as the ant which crawls on the ground. Earth teach me freedom as the eagle which soars in the sky. Earth teach me regeneration as the seed which rises in the spring. Earth teach me to forget myself as melted snow forgets its life. Earth teach me to remember kindness as dry fields weep with rain.

 When I drop my glasses in the airport and they're  crushed in the walkway, I get to meet the three kind souls who help me on my way, The I hear you crying after everyone has left. So I bring you water and hear your story. Ever since the lock on my door broke, I have more visitors. Now the road I always  take is detoured, which  I curse until I see the heron glide across the small pond I didn't know was there.

 There was a time I would reject those who were not of my faith. But now. my heart has grown capable of taking on all forms. It is a pasture for gazelles, an abbey for monks, a table for the Torah, Kaaba for the pilgrim. My religion is love. Which ever the route love's caravan shall take, That shall be the path of my faith,