A woman described a friend of hers as being such a keen listener that even the trees leaned toward her, as if they were speaking their innermost secrets into her listening ears. Over the years I’ve envisioned that woman’s silence, a hearing full and open enough that the world told her its stories.
Strength is not a roar of thunder in the heart.
That is passion.
Strength is not a process of logic in the mind.
That is reason.
Strength is a soul-deep voice that whispers ‘keep going’
when we feel like giving up.
Sit and be still until in the time
of no rain you hear beneath the dry
wind’s commotion in the trees
the sound of flowing water among
the rocks, a stream unheard before,
and you are where breathing is prayer.
Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us,
giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair,
not because I have my head in the sand,
but because joy is what the earth gives me daily,
and I must return the gift.
Gentleness is not weakness. Just the opposite. Preserving a gentle spirit in a heartless world takes extraordinary courage, determination and resilience. Do not underestimate the power of gentleness because gentleness is strength wrapped in peace,
and therein lies the power to change the world.