Wild Voices Weaving Wholeness
Flesh of my Flesh
Bone of my Bone
Spirit of my Spirit
weave Wholeness and Beauty
from the threads of my fragments
Flesh of my Flesh
Bone of my Bone
Spirit of my Spirit
weave Wholeness and Beauty
from the threads of my fragments
Through the grace of the stroke Boyd became a man who ‘lost his God.’ Boyd lost his theology. His religion. His beliefs. His need to posses the Truth. A certain kind of resiliency in Boyd was broken and…he found his heart…. It was as if the covers to Boyd’s Bible had fallen open in such a way as to break the books very spine, and he managed somehow to walk out of the story of his One and Only True God.
This ‘wild’ creative spontaneity that lies innately within our deepest reality, this is the profound mystery of which our wholeness is woven, unbroken; this is our wild resiliency. It offers us a path back to the experience and knowledge of innate belonging and wholeness…
And that letting go of all one knows
honoring the willingness and courage
to not know — to at last not name and define
to cease reading the maps drawn by those
who live under the spell of answers and knowing
and trust at last…
I seem to be running from a post! The thinking within it is waking me in the darkness while the moon is now set; the emotions within the writing will not let me sleep.
The John Templeton Foundation, as part of their Supporting Science – Investing in the Big Questions explorations, hosted this question as the third in their series of conversations among leading…
I am the river and the river is me. — Maori saying “Do I contradict myself? Very well, then. I am large. I contain multitudes.” — Walt Whitman There are…