Grace an Invitation
How many words have you spoken in your life?
How many did you mean?
How many did you understand?
Arkaye Kierulf (via thatkindofwoman)

After all this [contemplation] it remains for our mind to transcend these stages and to pass beyond not only this sensible world but also itself. In this transport, Christ is the way and the door…He who looks directly at Christ, suspended on the cross, he, I say, celebrates the Passover, so he may cross the Red Sea by mean of the cross and taste the hidden manna and rest with Christ…feeling Christ’s words: ‘this day shalt thou be with me in Paradise’…
If this transport is to be perfect, it is necessary to relinquish all intellectual operations and transfer to God and transform into God the very peak of one’s affections - but this is mystical and secret, that no man knows except he receives it, no man receives unless he desires it and the inmost part of his being be set on fire by the fire of the Holy Spirit whom Christ sent to earth… Cast all things aside and be released from all things…If you ask how this may be done, inquire of grace, not doctrine, desire, not intellect, the groaning of prayer, not the study of lectures, the bride, not the master, the blazing fire which transports you by surpassing unction and ardent love. God is indeed a fire, and His furnace is in Jerusalem, and Christ set this on fire in the fervor of his burning love which He alone can truly understand, who says ‘my soul chooses hanging and my bones death’ since it is undoubtedly true that no man can see Him and live — We should die, therefore, and enter into darkness, impose silence on our cares, lusts and fancies; we should pass with the crucified Christ from this world to the Father, so that, directed by the Father, we may say to Philip: ‘it is enough for us’; we may hear with Paul: ‘my grace is sufficient for thee’; we may exult with David: ‘my flesh and my heart fainted away, O God of my heart and my portion forever’. Blessed be the Lord, Amen.

~The Last Chapter of “The Journey of the Soul to God”

A writer is a world trapped in a person.
Victor Hugo (via thatkindofwoman)
I am rooted, But I flow.
Virginia Woolf (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness. Only light can do that."
~Martin Luther King Jr

"The softness of a person’s nature doesn’t mean weakness, because nothing is softer than water but its force can break the strongest rocks" ~anon. Our accepted fragility is the foundation of our strength