The Long Search

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white jesus via india?

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seen in a Unitarian Universalist high school youth room // cc @uuworld

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Lots of pondering on the holiness of mistakes.

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what mistake?

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@profanityandprophecy + @pinkwallstudios 🙏

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seen in a Unitarian Universalist high school youth room // cc @uuworld

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One fundamental paradox of the human condition is this: we crave the capacity to know what really matters so much and yet we fear the very thing — loss or the threat of loss — that grows that knowing. And what’s more, loss is inevitable, so our efforts to control conditions such that we don’t have to experience it are ultimately futile.

Courtney E. Martin | @beingblog

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In Labyrinths & Mazes Francesca Tatarella takes readers on a journey through one of the world’s oldest symbols—the labyrinth. Often shrouded in myth and mystery or tied to religious rites, today this enigmatic form inspires artists to create their own interpretations in different, even unusual, ways, including these constructed entirely out of mirrors, steel, glass, ice, and salt.

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I am an orphan on God's highway But I'll share my troubles if you go my way I have no mother no father No sister no brother I am an orphan girl

Gillian Welch

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U.S. synagogues invite grieving Jews to sit shiva together after Trump victory

With tears and palpable fear, dozens of synagogues hold hastily-organized gatherings across the country.

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The opposite of love is not hatred; it is indifference.

Daniel Berrigan

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The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.

 Camus (via Jay Austin of Boneyard Studios)

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All things are like a river. We never enter the same river twice.

Siddhartha

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Find ecstasy within yourself. It is not out there. It is in your innermost flowering. The one you are looking for is you. You are the traveler and you are the destination. In experiencing the ecstasy of your own being, you have achieved the final goal.

Osho (via goddesswithinyou)

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Think of the atoms inside the stone. Think of the man who sits alone trying to will himself into a stillness where God goes belonging.

Christian Wiman (hat tip @beingblog)

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Many theists, including myself, believe that some of the strongest arguments for God rely on the logical need for a First Cause of the universe (or First Mover, depending on which argument you use.) This sort of argument goes back at least to Aristotle, who thousands of years ago suggested that, “Everything that is in motion must be moved by something” (and by motion he meant any change whatsoever, not just locomotion, or spatial change).

Is Sean Carroll Correct That the Universe Moves By Itself? (via azspot)

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Ame ni mo Makezu

not losing to the rain not losing to the wind not losing to the snow nor to summer’s heat with a strong body unfettered by desire never losing temper cultivating a quiet joy

every day four bowls of brown rice miso and some vegetables to eat in everything count yourself last and put others before you watching and listening, and understanding and never forgetting

in the shade of the woods of the pines of the fields being in a little thatched hut if there is a sick child to the east going and nursing over them if there is a tired mother to the west going and shouldering her sheaf of rice

if there is someone near death to the south going and saying there’s no need to be afraid if there is a quarrel or a suit to the north telling them to leave off with such waste

when there’s drought, shedding tears of sympathy when the summer’s cold, wandering upset called a blockhead by everyone without being praised without being blamed such a person I want to become

Ame ni mo Makezu (Be not Defeated by the Rain) is a famous poem written by Kenji Miyazawa, a poet from the northern prefecture of Iwate in Japan who lived from 1896 to 1933. The poem was found posthumously in a small black notebook in one of the poet’s trunks.

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We are stardust. We are golden. And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden. Thank you Joni Mitchell. Buddha was quite clear that all suffering results from the illusion of separation. It’s almost funny that we would invest nearly 100 percent of our attention on the part of ourselves that constitutes .0000000001 percent of who we are. Yes, all those illusions of separation exist and call out to us day and night to pay attention to them, but they are the tiniest, most miniscule parts of the big picture. The big picture is very big indeed.

Pat Jobe

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None of us can truly know what we mean to other people, and none of us can know what our future self will experience.

Jennifer Michael Hecht (via mumeditation)