Courage of The Heart
I came here to sing.
“The old soul that dwells at the core of each person has a tolerance for chaos and an instinct for survival. Not in the simple biological terms of survival of the fittest, but a complex involvement with hidden aspects of creation. We can only come to know our soul when the chips are down, when there’s nothing else to do but take on a bigger imagination of the cosmos and of our place within it. The return of cosmic order and cosmic sense always happens at the edge of the abyss, on the brink of disaster where life and beauty and meaning are snatched once again from the teeth of chaos.”
— Michael Meade,
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“She talked about how, when people are called God’s handiwork in Scripture, the ancient Greeks would have translated that as God’s poems. This may have changed my life — that we are creativity, depth, condensed truth and light, made to throw off light and truth for others, as poems do.”
— Anne Lamott
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May you never be subservient.
May you never fall prey to fitting in.
May you always swirl in all the directions the sacred winds want to take you.
May you never hush your laughter nor your tears.
