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Personal transformation is global transformation

If personal transformation is global transformation, then each of us in our best creative moments, transforms the whole of humanity...Wealth, success, fame: none of these matter if your heart is not dancing and celebrating each moment of your life.

~ from GOING TOWARD THE LIGHT by Paulette Honeygosky

The place God calls you to

The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world's deep hunger meet.

~ Frederick Buechner

The transformative energy comes from somewhere deep inside

I think that those who serve most potently, work on levels of consciousness that have to do with radiating love — maybe God's love... It is important that you have a brain and use it, but that is secondary. The basic premise is that you allow something to come through you. Then you use your intelligence to give your heart's work discipline and logic. But the transformative energy, that which can change events, that heals, that helps, that serves, comes from somewhere deep inside.

~ Julie Glover in "Heron Dance"

Workaholism is trying to do it all on our own

So much of workaholism is trying to do it all on our own and not inviting or allowing the Higher Force to come in and relieve some of the tension.

~ Judith Orlof

September 2015 (Vol. XXVIII, No. 8)

Greetings dear friends! Having been a teacher for many years, September puts me in mind of reflections on work and the convergence or divergence of making a living and composing a life—a distinctly middle-class conundrum that for so many people is subsumed under the pressing need to find any work at all much less with dignity and purpose. The questions change over one's lifetime. Trying to discover one's call flows into striving to accomplish great things, fulfill responsibilities, and perhaps transform the world. Immersing ourselves in work leads to the struggle to gracefully balance meeting the needs of daily life with the demands of a job. Along the way one wonders whether the work has meaning and how inner life flows into and sustains it. When one no longer has a job, is he or she still making a difference in the world?

The seed sowed in the dust of daily life has blossomed into immortal flowers

Many a humble soul will be amazed to find that the seed it sowed in weakness, in the dust of daily life, has blossomed into immortal flowers under the eye of love.

~ Harriet Beecher Stowe

To honor the sacred is to make love possible

The earth is a living, conscious being. In company with cultures of many different times and places we name these things as sacred: air, fire, water, and earth.

Whether we see them as the breath, energy, blood, and the body of the Mother, or as the blessed gifts of a Creator, or as symbols of the interconnected systems that sustain life, we know that nothing can live without them... All people, all living things, are part of the earth life, and so are sacred. No one of us stands higher or lower than any other. Only justice can assure balance: only ecological balance can sustain freedom. Only in freedom can that fifth sacred thing we call spirit flourish in its full diversity.

To honor the sacred is to create conditions in which nourishment, sustenance, habitat, knowledge, freedom, and beauty can thrive. To honor the sacred is to make love possible.

~from THE FIFTH SACRED THING by Starhawk

The whole world burns and sparkles with light

To the dull mind all nature is leaden. To the illumined mind the whole world burns and sparkles with light.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Why ever did you trust us with the Earth

Why ever did you trust us with the Earth,
Your jewel, Your pearl of great price?

Why did you trust us with Water,
pure crystal in the sunlight?

With rain-forests
lush with table-sized leaves?

What do You see in us?

~ from WILD SEEDS by Francis Rothluebber

Getting as near the heart of the world as I can

We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us. Our flesh-and-bone tabernacle seems transparent as glass to the beauty about us, neither old nor young, sick or well, but immortal. I am a captive. I am bound. Love of pure unblemished Nature seems to overmaster and blur out of sight all other objects and consideration... As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I'll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I'll acquaint myself with the glaciers, and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can.

~ John Muir
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