Daily Contemplative Pause Readings
Monday, January 1st with Henry
"Come, come, whoever you are, wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving.
This is not a caravan of despair.
It doesn't matter that you've broken your vow a thousand times, still come, and yet again, come."
— Rumi
Tuesday, January 2nd with Lacey
“It’s about exchange all the way. Everything takes place against and in a backdrop, a dynamic relational field, in which exchange is its lifeblood. And the final end product of this continuous vortex of exchange, of giving, of receiving, of dynamism, the final product of exchange is abundance. The final product of it is abundance. A sense of graciousness, of the fullness pressed down and running over the Divine Love, of the Divine Mercy.”
— Cynthia Bourgeault
Wednesday, January 3rd with Chris
"For A New Beginning" by John O'Donohue
In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.
For a long time it has watched your desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.
It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.
Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before you.
Though your destination is not yet clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life's desire.
Awaken your spirit to adventure;
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.
Thursday, January 4th with Lacey
Our Secret Entry
What is our secret entry
into Your heart?
We find it on the path of
letting go of what we
know nothing of knowing
beyond every notion of love,
and from light enter
the dark only to find
ourselves there, ever
one with You.
Friday, January 5th with Catherine
“At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance."
— T. S. Eliot, The Four Quartets, Burnt Norton, II..
Saturday, January 6th with Chris
"Tuning Fork" by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
There is, perhaps you’ve felt it,
a moment when the day falls away
and your name falls away and
everything you thought you knew
falls away and for a moment
you know yourself only
as whatever it is
that continues—
your whole body abuzz
with the eternity of it—
and you quiver
as if struck by the great hand
of what is true,
becoming pure tone,
more vibration than flesh,
a human-shaped resonator
tuned to the frequency
of life itself,
and though later you might try
to dissect what happened,
in that moment you’re too abloom
to wonder how or why,
you simply are
this ecstatic unfolding
knowing the self as I am,
so alive and so infinite
you tremble like a song.
Sunday, January 7th with Tom
“In Louisville, at the corner of Fourth and Walnut, in the center of the shopping district, I was suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that I loved all these people, that they were mine and I theirs, that we could not be alien to one another even though we were total strangers. It was like waking from a dream of separateness, of spurious self-isolation in a special world. . . . This sense of liberation from an illusory difference was such a relief and such a joy to me that I almost laughed out loud. . . . I have the immense joy of being man, a member of a race in which God Himself became incarnate. As if the sorrows and stupidities of the human condition could overwhelm me, now that I realize what we all are. And if only everybody could realize this! But it cannot be explained. There is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun. Then it was as if I suddenly saw the secret beauty of their hearts, the depths of their hearts where neither sin nor desire nor self-knowledge can reach, the core of their reality, the person that each one is in God’s eyes. If only they could all see themselves as they really are. If only we could see each other that way all the time. There would be no more war, no more hatred, no more cruelty, no more greed. . . . But this cannot be seen, only believed and ‘understood’ by a peculiar gift.”
―Thomas Merton, Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander
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