may my heart always be open to little

birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
  
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
  
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

                                     ~e e cummings

I cannotpoint to any one time in the last dozen years when I “got” faith. There were—and are—many moments, nudges, and jolts that incubated my faith and helped it to grow.

                                                                                                ~Kathleen Norris

 It may be that when we no longer know what to do

     we have come to our real work,

            and that when we no longer know which way to go
                   we have come to our real journey.

     The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

                                     ~Wendell Berry, “The Real Work”