Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 Awaken me, O Mighty One, in your holy mercy, that I might be free of fear... With boundless confidence, I abandon myself to You... For You deliver me from illusion, and through Love, my heart open to Wisdom.

 On my first retreat I brought a suitcase full   of books on silence And sat entranced by pages and pages on mindfulness, mysticism. ,  I didn't hear the fountain glisten or smell unfolding purple or notice cool bands of moving shadow. If  every creature is a Word of God This one was loud luminous, insistent. I don't know what she said but her feet were so small, her wings diaphanous with speed. The garden around me  within me  awakens.

  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.