A very special woman I know, quoted from this book on a yahoogroup and
I include it here today. It is such an eloquent reminder of both the strength
and simplicity of Presence.
Enjoy,
Bethie
“The real presence slips past our demand for spectacle. it slips past our
despair. Not just like a child — sometimes it is a child. She walks down
the blistered steps to where you kneel and says the simplest things . She
is entertained by butterflies. She has opinions about unicorns. She does
not seem to care that you are ruined and lost. She does not even seem to
notice. Find an earthworm in the neglected loam and she will make you feel
for a moment that your life has not been wasted. Name a flower and she will
make you feel that you have begun to learn to speak.”
~excerpted from The Monk Downstairs-Tim Farrington
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