Scripps Sunday- Alaska Edition #29

Three things today... 

1. from our phone conversation and from Jill's reflection with her dog Rosie after a conversation with one of her hospice patients. 

2. a poem from Kaitlin Curtis this week for you

recover

I don’t think we

recover lost
versions of 
ourselves.

Instead, I think,
at some point,
afraid to face
the violent world,
they become seeds.

As we grow older, 
we learn how to tend
to the garden of
our souls, how to ask
what the dirt might
need in every season.

And, eventually, we
uncover the seeds,
waiting in the darkness
with their wisdom and
courage to come forward
to the gracious, tender
light.

When they do, when
we integrate and hold,
when we weep with joy
at the fresh discovery
of our own sacredness,
we grow.
-Kaitlin Curtis 


3. a quote from a podcast I listened to today that reminded me of you: 












"And that's what I call the holy longing that's inside
of all of us. You're born with this fire, which is unquenchable. Karl Rahner
once coined a great line as only a German can do with a tortured language. He
said, 'in the torment of the insufficiency of everything attainable, you
ultimately learn that in this life there is no finished symphony.'
I like that. In this life, it's wonderful, nobody gets the finished symphony
'cause we're, we're over wired with, uh, this divine fire."
Ronald Rolheiser: How to Grow Old Without Growing Bitter