Wednesday, 13 November 2013


The Spiritual Exercises #5. The "bottom line" for the exercitant, and for us all.

A quick post - a bright and frosty morning that is pure gift. My mind and heart seem to be being nudged towards thoughts of generosity today: here are two of the nudges.

First, iBenedictines' post from Monday. If I'm longing to be found loveable and attractive (don't we all?)  at least I can let God turn it into a prayer for the attractiveness of generosity. 

And then Quinn Creative this morning, about setting your ideas free. I realise how stingy I can be with my ideas as thought they were really "mine" and I'd created them! Quinn challenges and inspires me.

And finally, Michael Leunig.  This poem has been a favourite (challenging too!) over the years:

When the heart
Is cut or cracked or broken
Do not clutch it
Let the wound lie open
Let the wind
From the good old sea blow in
To bathe the wound with salt
And let it sting.
Let a stray dog lick it
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring
Let it go.
Let it out.
Let it all unravel.
Let it free and it can be
A path on which to travel.


  1. Our foundress declared that generosity was the spirit of our congregation... so I thought you might like to read some reflections on that from my blogpost for her feast last year. A few more thoughts to add layers to what you already have!

    1. Many thanks, Silvana. I'll raise a glass in gratitude tonight! (Everybody, do read her blogpost to see why...)


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