Archive for September, 2015


Be a person here. Stand by the river, invoke
the owls. Invoke winter, then spring.
Let any season that wants to come here make its own
call. After that sound goes away, wait.

A slow bubble rises through the earth
and begins to include sky, stars, all space,
even the outracing, expanding thought.
Come back and hear the little sound again.

Suddenly this dream you are having matches
everyone’s dream, and the result is the world.
If a different call came there wouldn’t be any
world, or you, or the river, or the owls calling.

How you stand here is important. How you
listen for the next things to happen. How you breathe.
William Stafford,

“Being a Person” by William Stafford.

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Just This, Thomas Merton

Mother Mary Garden

Just This

This beautiful day, with the quiet sun shining on the bronze paint of the Garden Virgin and on the marigolds and the weeds and the hills. Crickets everywhere. Nothing moving in the garden but the wind, a butterfly, and my pen.

Fair day of recollection in the new novitiate chapel, and i was happy in it and accepted its imperfections, and accepted everything. That is all that is needed. When you accept what you have, you see all you have received is more than enough that you are overwhelmed. I desire other things because I fear to be content with what I have–I fear it is inglorious. In the last few days I have seen what matters is to be humble enough to admit I am content with just this. Leave the rest to God.

Thomas Merton

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Blue flowers on stone wall

God is nearer to us than our own soul. For He is the ground in whom our soul stands; for He is the Mean that keeps the substance and sense-nature together, so that they shall never part. For our soul sits in God in very rest; and our soul stands in God in sure strength; and our soul is kindly rooted in God in endless love. And therefore, if we want to have knowing of our Soul, and communion and loving with it, we need to seek into our God, in whom it is enclosed.

Revelations of Divine Love by Julian of Norwich

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ordinarysparrow Spring 2015

Spring 2015

Lord, the air smells good today,
straight from the mysteries
within the inner courts of God.
A grace like new clothes thrown across the garden,
free medicine for everybody.
The trees in their prayer, the birds in praise,
the first blue violets kneeling.
Whatever came from Being is caught up in being,
drunkenly forgetting the way back.


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August 2015 ordinarysparrow photo

August 2015
ordinarysparrow photo

If God is this radiant sunflower,
eye on earth
watching here in summer air
for chorister bees
and angel butterflies,
then away
to mirror vistas of the moon
and far beyond
to fields of mandala worlds
turning on magnetic stems
in august airlessness;
with all saints
I am blessed
at last to catch
a golden glimpse,
a shining trace,
of the very face
of God.

Warren Molton

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Sunflower Turning

Sun flower Thomas Moore

ordinarysparrow August 2015

” No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose.

Thomas Moore, from the poem Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms”

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Saint Francis of Assisi

Saint Francis meme

ordinarysparrow photo July 2015

St. Francis

Summer 2015 ordinarysparrow photograph

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