Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come. -Rumi
This Sunday, I’ll share my reflections from this past summer, including time spent on a 21-day silent retreat, on a farm in Missouri, and on a pilgrimage to Ireland. I’ll discuss how creativity, poetry, and earth-wisdom have shaped (and continue to shape) me.
I’m currently a senior at SLU majoring in Theology and International Studies and minoring in Environmental Science and Urban Poverty Studies.
Join us this Sunday 1 November
Potluck dinner begins at 6:00 pm
Theresa begins sharing at 6:45
At her home
Contact me for street info
Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
You will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine
Rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:
Not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding
around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but
vegetables.
When you really look for me, you will see me
Instantly—
You will find me in the tiniest house of time.
Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath. -Kabir
