Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

What if I could make a list the purpose of which was not the willful joy of crossing things off? What if I made a list of noticings, say: flowering blue sage my husbands work-rough hands the turned off radio red tail on a telephone pole loneliness What if every list,  or some, broke this pencil and released the scent of clean grey lead

  Transcending down into the ground of things is akin to sweeping the leaves that cover a path. There will always be more leaves. And the  heart of the journey, the heart of our own awakening, is to discover for  ourselves that the leaves are not the ground, and that sweeping them aside will reveal a path, and finally, that to fully live, we must take the path and keep sweeping it.