Letter 4391
A trickling creek twisting through the field, grass overgrown along its edges.
So easy to step over. So small and quiet.
Let me try to build a home over it. Let me try to fill it in.
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What is flowing through me that will not be ignored?
Even the small, quiet things have power.
Consider:
Can I listen to my own power?
Reading:
❖ “I learned that you could not go back to simplicity once you had moved away from it, but you could go toward something new, which contained the old as a river contains its tributaries.” — Marilynne Robinson, Gilead
❖ “The soul is like a wild animal—tough, resilient, savvy, self-sufficient, and yet exceedingly shy. If we want to see a wild animal, the last thing we should do is go crashing through the woods, shouting for the creature to come out.” — Parker J. Palmer, A Hidden Wholeness
❖ “There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most High.” — Psalm 46:4 (KJV)
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~B.R.