Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 I am returning to kindness a place where I am strong in my softness. I will start by kissing all my scars and washing them in rain collecting dust from long journeys off my feet. The way they carry weariness from crossing rivers that should have had bridges. I will return to build crossing paths over waters that reminded me to be kind.

 The world is too dangerous and too beautiful for anything but love. May your eyes be so blessed that you see God in everyone. Your ears, so you hear the cry of the poor. May your hands be so blessed that everything you touch is a sacrament. Your lips, so you speak nothing but the truth with love. May your feet be so blessed you run to those who need you. And may your heart be so opened, so set on fire, that your love, your love, changes everything. Amen

 Tenderness does not choose its own uses. It goes out to everything equally, circling rabbit and hawk. Look: in the iron bucket a single nail, a single ruby- all the heavens and hells. They rattle in the heart and make one sound.

 I am returning to kindness a place where I am strong in my softness. I will start by kissing all my scars and washing them in rain collecting dust from long journeys off my feet. The way they carry weariness from crossing rivers that should have had bridges. I will return to build crossing  paths over waters that remined me to  be kind.

 I am returning to kindness a place where I am strong in my softness I will start by kissing all of my scars and washing them in rain collecting dust from long journeys off my feet. The way they carry weariness from crossing rivers that should have had bridges. I will return to build crossing\paths over waters that remind me to be kind.