Harborview Spiritual Care Sundays

  The world now is too dangerous and too beautiful for anything but love. May your eyes be so blessed you see God in everyone. Your ears, so you hear the cry of the poor. May your hands be so blessed that everything you touch is a sacrament. Your lips, so you speak nothing but the truth with love. May your feet be so blessed you run to those who need you. And may your heart be so opened, so set on fire, that your love, your love , changes everything. - Black Rock Prayer Book   "Good night. Rest well. May these words strengthen you for the week ahead. Hard things await. Together, we can rise in love." (-from Diana Butler Bass' newsletter) 

  

 a piece of art and a beautiful reflection on the breath we take....  💙 "Our very breath is the name of God."  -Scott Erickson (a.k.a. Scott the Painter)  💙 From the chapter titled "Holy Flesh":  ‘I AM” is the English translation of the Hebrew letters YWHW (or YHVH), which is called the Tetragrammaton, the sacred name of God. In Hebrew, the original language in which this passage was written, the four letters YHWH are pronounced  Yod, Hay, Vav, Hay.  Growing up, I’d learned that this holy word was written as such because it was unspeakable. But the writings of some rabbis, in particular, Rabbi Arthur Waskow, provided clarity. Rabbi Waskow suggests that while it is true that YHWH is unpronounceable, it is not because we are forbidden to pronounce it, but rather that in order to pronounce these letters, part vowel, part consonant, labeled by linguists as aspirate consonants- without any vowels between them, one has to do so simply by breathing. Try it ...

a follow up to Thursday's verbatim 💜   such a gift to have this read out loud by Helena Bonham Carter in the video above....

This is a favorite reflection below from Padraig O'Tuama, and it speaks beautifully to the conversation we had on Thursday about our group covenant.  A Prayer for Reconciliation Where there is separation, there is pain. And where there is pain, there is story. And where there is story, there is understanding, and misunderstanding, listening, and not listening. May we- separated peoples, estranged strangers, Unfriended families, divided communities- turn toward each other, and turn toward our stories, with understanding and listening, with argument and acceptance, with challenge, change and consolation. Because if God is to be found, God will be found In the space between.