Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

Do not try to save the whole world or do anything grandiose. Instead, create a clearing in the dense forest of your life and wait there,  patiently, until the song that is your life falls into your own cupped hands and you recognize and greet it. Only then will you know how to give yourself to this world so worth of rescue.

 We travelers, walking to the sun, can't see Ahead, but looking back the very light That blinded us shows us the way we came, Along which blessings now appear, risen As if from sightlessness to sight, and we, By blessing brightly lit, keep going toward That blessing light that yet to us is dark.

 In a time of hate, Love is an act of resistance. In a time of fear, Faith is an act of resistance.  In a time of misinformation,  Education is an act of resistance. In a time of poor leadership, Community is an act of resistance. In a time like this, Joy is an act of resistance. Resist. Resist. Resist.

 Whether this is the first day of the Apocalypse, or the first day of the Golden Age, the work remains the same: to love each other and ease as much suffering as possible.

      Today it feels so simple- we are here to take care of each other. As if soil could forget it is here to feed the trees. As if trees could forget they are here to feed the soil. How could anything ever get in the way of generosity? How could we ever greet each other with any words besides, How can I help you? As if light could forget it is here to illuminate, And dark is here  to help us heal.

 When he admits you to his presence Ask from him nothing other than himself. When he has chosen you for a friend, You have seen all there is to see. There's no duality in the world of love. What's all this talk of 'you' and 'me'? How can you fill a cup that's already full?