Quotes About Connection

You are yourself a Sequoia. Stop and get acquainted with your brethren... It will do you good.

No miles of any measurement can separate your soul from mine.

All the wilderness seems to be full of tricks and plans to drive and draw us up into God's Light.

We are now in the mountains, and they are in us…

And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.

We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us. Our flesh-and-bone tabernacle seems transparent as glass to the beauty about us, as if truly an inseparable part of it, thrilling with the air and trees, streams and rocks, in the waves of the sun,—a part of all nature, neither old nor young, sick nor well, but immortal. Just

If we seem to get no good by attempting to draw near to Him, we may be sure we will get none by keeping away from Him.

So take a breath and find what is unsolved in your heart. Breathe in patience, breathe in love. Love yourself bountiful. And send that love out to others. When you send love out from the bountifulness of your own love, it reaches other people. This love is the deepest power of prayer.

We seldom notice how each day is a holy place Where the eucharist of the ordinary happens, Transforming our broken fragments Into an eternal continuity that keeps us.

Anam is the Irish word for "soul" and ?ara is the word for "friend." In the Anam-?ara friendship, you were joined in an ancient way with the friend of your soul. This was a bond that neither space nor time could damage. The friendship awakened an eternal echo in the hearts of the friends; they entered into a circle of intimate belonging with each other. The Anam-?ara friendship afforded a spiritual space to all the other longings of the human heart.

The ancient rhythms of the earth have insinuated themselves into the rhythms of the human heart. The earth is not outside us; it is within: the clay from where the tree of the body grows.

I am lonesome for all the conversations we never had.

Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground. RUMI IN

All the animals and creatures of this earth are our former brothers and sisters but because we believe that we have dominion over them, we have become cruel little emperors.

Rilke recommended that when life became turbulent and troublesome, it was wise to stay close to one simple thing in nature.

Wherever one person takes another into the care of their heart, they have the power to bless.

Our hunger to belong is the longing to find a bridge across the distance from isolation to intimacy. Every one longs for intimacy and dreams of a nest of belonging in which one is embraced, seen, and loved. Something within each of us cries out for belonging. We can have all the world has to offer in terms of status, achievement, and possessions. Yet without a sense of belonging it all seems empty and pointless.

If you go out for several hours into a place that is wild, your mind begins to slow down, down, down. What is happening is that the clay of your body is retrieving its own sense of sisterhood with the great clay of the landscape.

We have fallen out of belonging. Consequently, when we stand before crucial thresholds in our lives, we have no rituals to protect, encourage, and guide us as we cross over into the unknown.

As clay anchors a tree in light and wind, May your outer life grow from peace within.

In the kingdom of love there is no competition; there is no possessiveness or control. The more love you give away, the more love you will have. One remembers here Dante's notion that the secret rhythm of the universe is the rhythm of love, which moves the stars and the planets. Love is the source, center, and destiny of experience.

Nothing in creation is ever totally at home in itself. ... It is the deepest intimacy which is nevertheless infused with infinite distance.

May we all receive blessing upon blessing. And may we realize our power to bless, heal, and renew one another.

You travel certainly, in every sense of the word. But you take with you everything that you have been, just as the landscape stores up its own past. Because you were once at home somewhere, you are never an alien anywhere.