
The turning of the mind
away from the objective content of experience
towards the source or essence from which it has arisen
is the essence of meditation or prayer
Rupert Spira
As Martin Buber saw it – writing at his best near the turn of the last century – the world of ordinary days “affords” us that precise association with God that redeems both us and our speck of the world.
God entrusts and allots to everyone an area to redeem: this creased and feeble life, “the world in which you live, just as it is and not otherwise”.
Annie Dillard, For the Time Being:
The Feast of All Saints
All of the places of our lives are sanctuaries; some of them just happen to have steeples.
And all of the people in our lives are saints; it is just that some of them have day jobs and most will never have feast days named for them
Robert Benson, Between the Dreaming and the Coming true
Halloween, the ancient feast of Samhain, believed to be a time when the boundary between the living and the dead thinned,
Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you
upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance
upon the mountains like a flame.
William Butler Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire