Photo of the Day: Roping
Photography by Michael Anglin (San Angelo, TX); San Angelo, TX
Photo of the Day: In Hussaini Dalan
Photography by Hridoy Tanveer (Dhaka, Bangladesh); Hossaini Dalan, Bangladesh
The National Women’s Law Center published this clickable map that allows you to see:
It looks like my home state of North Dakota has an even split of men and women as minimum wage earners.
~Trent Gilliss, executive editor
Each person is born with an unencumbered spot, free of expectation and regret, free of ambition and embarrassment, free of fear and worry; an umbilical spot of grace where we were each first touched by God. It is this spot of grace that issues peace. Psychologists call this spot the Psyche, Theologians call it the Soul, Jung calls it the Seat of the Unconscious, Hindu masters call it Atman, Buddhists call it Dharma, Rilke calls it Inwardness, Sufis call it Qalb, and Jesus calls it the Center of our Love.
To know this spot of Inwardness is to know who we are, not by surface markers of identity, not by where we work or what we wear or how we like to be addressed, but by feeling our place in relation to the Infinite and by inhabiting it. This is a hard lifelong task, for the nature of becoming is a constant filming over of where we begin, while the nature of being is a constant erosion of what is not essential. Each of us lives in the midst of this ongoing tension, growing tarnished or covered over, only to be worn back to that incorruptible spot of grace at our core. —
~Mark Nepo (from “Unlearning Back to God”)
Remembering this little bit of grace as I head into the weekend.
The problem with taking offense is that it’s really hard to figure out what to do with it after you’re done using it. Better to just leave it on the table and walk away. Umbrage untaken quietly disappears. —
Somehow the timing of this is impeccable after reading my morning emails. *grin*
Came across this funny picture, taken in 1955 today. Were Catholic churches on wheels the original food trucks?
(via Library of Virginia on Flickr)
Like it or not, we come to life in the middle of stories that are not ours. The way to knowledge, and self-knowledge, is through pilgrimage. We imitate our way to the truth, finding our lives — saving them — in the process. Then we pass it on. —
~Paul Elie (from The Life you Save Might Be Your Own: An American Pilgrimage)
Mesmerized by this meditation on history and our place in it tonight.