Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 Help me to journey beyond the familiar and the unknown. Give me the faith to leave old ways and break fresh ground with You.

 Whatever it is, I cannot understand it,  although gratitude stubbornly overcomes me until I am reduced to tears.

  Days pass when I forget the mystery. Problems insoluble and problems offering their own ignored solutions jostle for my attention, they crowd its antechamber along with a host of diversions, my courtiers, wearing their colored clothes; caps and bells. And then once more the quiet mystery is present to me, the throng's clamor recedes: the mystery that there is anything, anything at all, let alone cosmos, joy. memory. everything, rather than void: and that, O Lord, Creator, Hallowed One, You still, hour by hour sustain it.

 It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded spring is the one that sings.

 Sometimes the best map will not guide you You can't see what's around the bend Sometimes the road leads through dark places Sometimes the darkness is your friend

 Wisdom tells me I am nothing Love tells me I am everything Between the two, my life flows

 Leafless aspens groom the iced breeze, while below a brook descends the mountain with its musical story, remembering the serenity of sky, and lightening's clear passion. Water knows what is far will be near. Water says choose that which closes distance, choose touch. When snow falls, and a green mystery is carried by all that moves, choose love.

 the leaves believe such letting go is love such love is faith such faith is grace such grace is God I agree with the leaves

 In our souls everything moves guided by a mysterious hand. We know nothing of our souls that are ununderstandable and say nothing. The deepest words of the wise man teach us the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows or the sound of the water when it is flowing.

  God give us rain when we expect sun. Give us music when we expect trouble. Give us tears when we expect breakfast. Give us dreams when we expect a storm. Give us a stray dog when we expect congratulations. God play with us, turn us sideways and around.