Sublime
An inspiration engine for ideas
Let us visualize the waves on the ocean, several waves appearing on the surface of the ocean. Some waves are big, there are those that are small, and each wave seems to have its own life. A wave may have ideas like, “I am a wave. I am only a wave among many waves. I am smaller than the other wave. I am less beautiful. I last less than the other... See more
Thich Nhat Hanh • Rest In the River
Isaiah 43:1–7 (“I have called you by name, you are mine”).
Kevin O'Brien • The Ignatian Adventure: Experiencing the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius in Daily Life
Shinzen Young, a Vipassana teacher I studied with online, describes this as “learning to live as the wave, instead of the particle.”
Elena Nezhinsky • Buddha on a Bull: A Practical Approach to Enlightenment (Complete Humanity Series Book 1)
I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.”
I suppose what I’m trying to offer here, both to myself and to you, is this:
Permission to trust what is happening when you can’t seem to find the words.
Permission to take off your meaning-making hat and simply soften into the moment.
Permission to let what you... See more
I suppose what I’m trying to offer here, both to myself and to you, is this:
Permission to trust what is happening when you can’t seem to find the words.
Permission to take off your meaning-making hat and simply soften into the moment.
Permission to let what you... See more
Like a river flows
nothing like being manhandled by the ocean
Lord, I am at the end of myself. I don’t have the strength, the control, or the mastery to do what You ask. I am broken, raw, and desperate. Meet me here, in the chaos. Teach me to trust in Your sufficiency, not my striving. Teach me to rest in Your grace, not my efforts. Be my peace when I cannot find it. Be my strength when I am weak. Be my God... See more
Tilicho Lake by David Whyte
In this high place
it is as simple as this,
Leave everything you know behind.
Step toward the cold surface,
say the old prayer of rough love
and open both arms.
Those who come with empty hands
will stare into the lake astonished,
there, in the cold light
reflecting pure snow,
the true shape of your own face.