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Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1146

As writers compose books out of letters, we choose in the instants and so compose our lives out of instants. But we do not compose books out of letters, rather out of ideas which must out. So too we compose our lives out of wholenesses which must out. The difficulty is perhaps just here: we suppose we compose our lives out of instants; when in fact we compose out of the idea that our instants don’t matter, that our lives cannot turn the globe.

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Today’s sacred work is to move people outside their selves into one—the holy, the other.

This suggests we need to have reverence for the other, welcome the stranger, offer gracious hospitality to him or her.

But it also suggests the fearsome work of grieving and criticizing, opening us to reflection and turning.

:- Doug.

Quest beyond do
Reach toward
Sacred, holy, poetic
Beyond one self to
One

:- Doug.

G*d is the one
Who is wholly other (kaddosh)
Who call us to stand
outside ourselves (ekstasis)
To reverence

:- Doug.