Thursday, 29 August 2013

A new secret

In each child, God whispers a new secret to the world; adds a new dimension of immortality to creation

Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen

Sunday, 25 August 2013

Look up...

Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.

Dante Alighieri

Two for the price of one today - reminds me of this...
Both sources accessed 23.8.13

Wednesday, 21 August 2013

Interview with Mary Oliver

Maria Shriver: One line of yours I often quote is, “What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” What do you think you have done with your one wild and precious life? 

Mary Oliver: I used up a lot of pencils.

Maria Shriver: [Laughs.]

Mary Oliver: What I have done is learn to love and learn to be loved. That didn’t come easy. And I learned to consider my life an amazing gift. Those are the things.

15 March 2011
I found this at (accessed 5.8.13)

Monday, 19 August 2013

If you walk by

I think it p*sses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it. People think pleasing God is all God cares about. But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back.
Alice Walker, The Color Purple 
Accessed 6.8.13

Friday, 16 August 2013

Loving beauty

A theologian who does not love art, poetry, music, and nature can be dangerous. Blindness and deafness toward the beautiful are not incidental; they necessarily are reflected in his theology.

Joseph Ratzinger, in The Ratzinger Report p130 

Tuesday, 13 August 2013

The only luxury

Contemplation seems to be the only luxury that costs nothing

Dodie Smith, I Capture The Castle

Saturday, 10 August 2013


Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the whole earth revolves - slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future.

Thich Nhat Hanh

Saturday, 3 August 2013

A secret garden

Prayer is like a secret garden made up of silence and rest and inwardness. But there are a thousand and one doors into this garden and we all have to find our own. 

Jean Vanier


We are, quite literally, stardust, the products of cosmic infernos, children of nebulas. It’s a wondrous and briefly ennobling thought – briefly, that is, because a moment’s reflection reveals that our glorious origin is shared by slugs, slime molds, and driveway gravel.

Rebecca Rupp (2005) Four Elements. London: Profile Books p349