Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

Behold this empty space between your certainty and mine, this area of sunlight free of claim and counterclaim, this bright meadow where no one has shouted, bullied, or begged, where butterflies are sovereign, where birdsong is our legislation, where you walk and I could walk out into the open, look around, and speak - first of children, then of our dreams, and only then of the work we will do together,

 Have compassion for everyone you meet,  even if they don't want it, What seems conceit, bad manners or cynicism is always a sign of things no ears have heard, no eyes have seen. You do not know what wars are going on down there where the spirit meets the bone.

 When something's going on   something else is going on. Notice the something else too.

 Mother of space, inner virgin with no one face-- See them flying to see you be near you when you  are everywhere

 to lean into that opening door, my dear companion, may I release you  back into precious earth with care, gratitude, respect You have been partner, teacher, trickster, angel on this journey into unimaginable Being Go in peace, love,  into the deep roots and underground waters. I bless you, praise you, thank you

 Sometimes the best map will not guide you You can't see what's around the bend Sometimes the road leads through dark places Sometimes the darkness is your friend