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Soulwork Toward Sunday: self-guided retreat
Last Sunday of Epiphany, year C
“ineffable light, dark path”
http://www.edgeofenclosure.org
…with no other light or guide
than the one that burned in my heart. This
guided me more surely than the light of noon… *
detail, Vase of Flowers, Francisco Sierra Perez, c.1690
I love white flowers. Most of the time I’d rather arrange an all white bouquet than gather together a diverse palette of vibrant color. When we lived in Highland, NY, I even turned our backyard into a white garden. At dusk, white flowers holding the day’s sunlight, transfigure. Long past darkness, the petals glow from within.
From time to time the soul gathers Tabor light. Then, in distressing times of of life and in dark nights of the spirit, it is a remarkable thing to see your own soul transfigure with this hidden light absorbed unknowingly. You might never know this transfiguration if your journey had not brought you into darkness.
-Suzanne
* John of the Cross
excerpt from The Dark Night
Come to the Garden 
February 4, 2013 at 12:26 pm |
Reblogged this on multicolouredsmartypants and commented:
Just beautiful. I must share this with my readers.
February 10, 2013 at 2:54 pm |
How well stated Suzanne! The last sentence of yours is overflowing with fragrance of living “yes.” I will be using it as a quote while acknowledging you of course. So much said in such few perfect words. Thank you. Diane