Even after a lifetime involved in music, I still find myself challenged when I try to focus my listening on a piece of music. I start out with all good intentions but at some point I find that I have gone into “monkey brain” and my mind is jumping all over the place. I look…
How can I drink more deeply of the waters that flow freely from the fountain of love that is Christ’s sacrifice?
Guilty! I hear myself say… Have you ever been so busy thinking about what you wanted to say next that you didn’t really listen to what your friend or loved one was trying to share with you? I know I have, and I am resolved to do better. And this is where our journey of…
Out of all the stories that surround Jesus, Mary, gives us the best picture of stillness. Without realizing it, she has become our poster child for listening intently.
I am normally so drawn to color but if you stop and really take a moment you will see that this image glows with heavenly light.
In all of the efforts undertaken to protect the Christchild… what time is there for stillness? Or silliness for that matter? How can we make time for myrth and music when we feel stretched beyond our capacity daily? When ‘free time’ is scarce and, sometimes the only thing that feels possible is attempting to recover for the next push?
Creating a special place and a regular time are key to finding your rhythm of practicing stillness.
…sitting in stillness really is an act of humility. As I silently position myself, I wait expectantly to hear from God. In this way, I am saying: “I don’t have all the answers” or “I am open to learn, to change, to answer your call.” “I can trust what you will show me.”
When I allow myself to think on Jesus’ sacred heart for even a brief period, I begin to vibrate the same frequency of love and compassion-first for our Lord Jesus Christ- then for those in the world around me.
I’m also reminded of how many of these artists kept and important record of our history by painting scenes of a way of life and culture of the American West that has disappeared from our landscapes.