Saturday, January 16, 2021

 

     A woman is singing in the valley.  The shadows falling blot her out, but her song spreads over the fields. . . .  

Her song, as pure as water filled with light, cleanses the plain and rinses the mean air of day in which men hate.  From the throat of the woman who keeps on singing, day rises nobly evaporating toward the stars.

-- Gabriela Mistral (translation by Langston Hughes)

Saturday, January 9, 2021

 

Singing is breath that is larger than yourself, so it joins you with space, with community, with other realms and our deepest inside places.  You are joining your strand to everyone else's, weaving something with the whole, and this extends the community outward into a force bigger than itself.

-- Ann Lamott

Saturday, January 2, 2021

 

As the Source strikes the note,
Humanity sings --
The Holy Spirit is our harpist,
And all strings
Which are touched in Love
Must sound.

-- Mechtild of Magdeburg