Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 The more I am hollowed by the fire, the more my ribs spread like the tree of life. The more I am washed by the tears of others, the more my heart rounds like an ocean shell. The more stories I tell of how one picks up another, the more my hands open like scoops for grain. To be what others drink, to be what others stand on, to reach what they love- we should be so lucky to be worn to this,

      Today it feels so simple- we are here to take care of each other. As if soil could forget it is here to feed the trees. As if trees could forget they are here to feed the soil. How could anything ever get in the way of generosity? How could we ever greet each other with any words besides, How can I help you? As if light could forget it is here to illuminate, And dark is here  to help us heal.

 I used to pray that God would feed the hungry,  or do this, or that. But now I pray that God will guide me to do whatever I am supposed to do. I used to pray for answers, but now I pray  for strength. I used to believe that prayer changes things, but now I know that prayer changes us and we  change things,

 To leave the world a bit better whether by healthy child a garden patch or redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you live- that is to have succeeded

 This a fast, to keep the larder lean? And clean  from veals and sheep? Is it to quit the dish of flesh, yet still to fill the platter high with fish? Is it to fast an hour, or ragg'd to go, or show a downcast look and sour? No; 'tis a fast to dole thy sheaf of wheat and meat unto the hungry soul. It is to fast from strife, from old debate  and hate; to circumcise thy life, To show a heart grief-rent; to starve thy sin, not bin; and that's to keep thy Lent.

 Don't ask what the world needs Ask what makes you come alive and do it Because what the world needs is people who have come alive

 I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and, behold, service was joy.