“The winter season is when roots and tubers grow.”
I recently heard this from Father after spending time in the garden on a super frosty day. I needed to hear it. It has been one of the most revelatory things I have heard from him in the last 12 months!
I think that in desert times we can often be bewildered by the process we are going through. I have heard a lot about how to position myself...
People I come across who actually have the most authority are mostly people who don’t know it. Or if they do, they sure as heck don’t advertise that they know…!
I am more and more aware, as Father has done more and more weeding in the patch of pride I have a tendency to cultivate (I heap manure on that one on a regular basis), how much currency we give notoriety in the west.
There are thin places on the earth. For long years many different peoples have known their country and where the sacred sites are, the holy places, the ley lines, the dangerous places, the quiet places of the soul. That...
Forever and Ever. This is who we are. One foot in Eternity, one foot in Time.
Actually, that’s about as inaccurate a description as you can get… However, it's also in some way paradoxically true. (One of the joys of living the way we do, there's a paradox around every corner, sometimes two paradox may assault you and treat you to a Morris dance!)