Standards

Letter 4358

By what standards do I judge a meadow? How do I evaluate the river?

During morning chores, so many of my duties involve ordering what has become disordered. Sweeping the porch. Putting away tools left out. Cutting back the hedge.

The meadow grows without consulting me. The river bends as it will. Neither seeks my approval.

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Can I learn more about refraining from judgment? Perhaps what is disordered in my thoughts is the river bending as it will. Perhaps my life is a meadow without need of approval.

Lord, let me love the ground within me.

Consider:

Can I judge myself as little as I do the meadow?

Reading:

❖ “Beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there.” — Jalāl al-Dīn Rūmī

❖ “Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise; seek what they sought.” — Matsuo Bashō

❖ “Judge not, that ye be not judged.” — Matthew 7:1 (KJV)

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~B.R.

Voice

Letter 4357

In the blowing wind, my voice is swept away before I hear it.

In the square, my fellows must lean in to hear.

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You have given me such a quiet voice, Lord. One who discovers it must come close.

In a shut room, when I speak I am startled at the volume. Perhaps it is the setting that matters equally as the voice.

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Let me speak where you would have me have me heard, Lord.

Consider:

Can I discern where my voice is most needed?

Reading:

❖ “The human voice can never reach the distance that is covered by the still small voice of conscience.” — Mahatma Gandhi

❖ “A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.” — Proverbs 25:11 (KJV)

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~B.R.

My Window

Letter 4356

My window looks out over a wide field. In the morning, waving grasses and grazing deer fill my vision.

In the eve, under dark, the window serves another purpose. My room is lit as I read quietly.

To the wanderer crossing the field, the glow is a beacon. Come and find comfort here.

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Lord, let me keep my window lit.

Consider:

Can I welcome all?

Reading:

❖ “Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.” — Rabindranath Tagore

❖ “We are here to awaken from our illusion of separateness.” — Thich Nhat Hanh

❖ “Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house.” — Matthew 5:15 (KJV)

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~B.R.

Small Things

Letter 4355

The broad sweep of mountains, forest, and valley draw the outlines of this place. But it is the small things that make up our days here.

The fence line. The garden plot. The doorway.

The buds on limbs. The cocoons.

The moment between an inhale and an exhale.

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Let me notice my life lived among the small things.

Consider:

Can I live in the small places?

Reading:

❖ “God is in the details.” — Ludwig Mies van der Rohe

❖ “Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” — Robert Brault

❖ “He that is faithful in that which is least is faithful also in much.” — Luke 16:10 (KJV)

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~B.R.