Rocky Mountain National Park | CO
The seed is in the ground / Now may we rest in hope / While darkness does its work.
GNP | MT
I wish to preach, not the doctrine of ignoble ease, but the doctrine of the strenuous life, the life of toil and effort, of labor and strife; to preach that highest form of success which comes, not to the man who desires mere easy peace, but to the man who does not shrink from danger, from hardship, or from bitter toil, and who out of these wins the splendid ultimate triumph.
Theodore Roosevelt | The Strenuous Life
“One who really loves another is not merely moved by the desire to see him contented and healthy and prosperous in this world. Love cannot be satisfied with anything so incomplete. If I am to love my brother, I must somehow enter deep into the mystery of God’s love for him. I must seek the life of the Spirit of God breathing in him. And I can only discern and follow that mysterious life by the action of the same Holy Spirit living and acting in the depths of my own heart.”
— Thomas Merton, No Man Is An Island
our eyes were fixed on each other’s good? More so, imagine if we reminded one another of it? There’s too much warmth and risk, unused gifts and unheard stories trapped inside bodies of people. Depositories of fear and insecurities, well-springs of decreased joy and action. If we told each other just how competent, how beautiful, how brave, how loved, how proud we are, how uniquely incredible they are, deeper shine would cover these lands.
There’d be an influx of lion-hearts, voices would soften, ears would quicken, deeper courage to create. Truer words would be spoken and devotion and integrity more common. More stories of reconciliation, less deaths and addictions be it body or soul, a place where bridges replace walls.
We’d be pillars of fortitude. People would live awake.