Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 To leave the world a bit better whether by healthy child a garden patch or redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you live- that is to have succeeded

Great Mystery, teach me how to trust my heart, my mind, my intuition my inner knowing the sense of my body and blessings of my spirit. Teach me to trust these things so that I may enter my sacred Space and love beyond my fear, and thus Walk in Balance with the passing of each glorious Sun.  

 I love Jesus, who said heaven and earth will pass away. When heaven and earth have passed away, my word will still remain. What was your word, Jesus? Love? Forgiveness? Affection? All your words were  one word: Wakeup.

 only this matters: this ecstatic  baptism this standing on stick- thin legs where the singing creek pools at the lip of the waterfall only this ruby-feathered chest diving to meet its reflection this beak piercing again and again that quivering  surface, these wings half- unfolding, a ruffle of joy guiding rivers of light a tumble of droplets dressed in rainbows along your hidden spine shattering all  decorum beneath blue branches in quiet assent...

 The danger is not that the soul should doubt whether there is bread, but, lest, by a lie, it should persuade itself that is it not hungry.

 All tempest has, like a naval, a hole in its middle though which a gull can fly in silence.