The Bridge Between God and Man We forget to look up. Not that God is physically above us. Or below us. God is. Every molecule is God. And we forget this. Or don’t understand how to know this. We just keep walking on. Eyes straight ahead. Not seeing. Not letting the miraculous healing of a loved one touch our heart. Not letting the rain soothe our shredded nerves. Not letting a friend’s word sink into our heart. No reaching...
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(by Ziggy Rendler-Bregman) When I am silent it is possible to see particles of dust collide without making a sound, each speck of carbon from the bone of some fallen bird. When I am silent it is possible to hear how song lines flatten the edge of time, my own heartbeat below the bridge, where a stream with its memory of cloud flows into a deeper river. When I am silent it is possible to take the smallest hand and walk the garden wall...
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The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly The Good The Good thing about quiet is the beautiful music that is there. The swirling tones that enfold you. The Good thing about quiet is how I can hear better what you are thinking and feeling when you aren’t speaking to me. The quiet has its own voice. Its own knowledge. Its own approach to life. It can go inside you to places that you aren’t even aware exist. The Good thing about...
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In Keeping Still It was a day like every other during that period of my life. A student. An English student. I worked. I studied. I went to class. Circles. Ever-turning circles. But no labyrinth because there was no Minotaur at the center. A spiral of life. Onward. Steady. Paced. Then the day came. I entered the classroom. Dickens. A teacher that looked a bit like Father Christmas. Other students. I sat near the front, to the right....
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