Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 Sometimes the way to milk and honey is through the body. Sometimes the way in is song. But there are three ways in the world: dangerous, wounding and beauty. To enter stone, be water. To rise through hard earth, be plant desiring sunlight, believing in water. To enter fire, be dry. To enter life, be food.

 That each step may be a shedding. That you will  let yourself become lost, That when it looks like you are going backwards, you may be making progress. That progress is not the goal anyway, but presence to the feel of the path on your skin, the way it reshapes you in each place it makes contact, to the way you cannot see it until the moment you have stepped out.