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the visually impaired describing an elephant

There is this ancient parable about six blind men trying to describe an elephant.  As they each touched a different part of the elephant they experienced different things and began to quarrel amongst themselves.  The town’s wise man intervened,  “each was partly in the right and all were in the wrong ''.  This blog reflects the different author’s individual discoveries about the  Unseen.  Accepting that we are all wrong but knowing that each one has a unique angle of experience of the Indescribable. Since we know that we are attempting to describe Love, our highest calling is to give each other loving space to be wrong. We would invite you on this journey with us.

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On Being

So that we can reconnect. Rejoin the beat, rhythm, harmony and cadences. Of an ancient song.

The Circle of Life

I want to add a bit more to the theme of looking at the Rock from which we have been hewn. It is actually nothing more than a bit of...

The space between

I looked into the eyes of my cousin a few days ago and realised with a shock that he didn’t recognize me at all. He was like a brother to...

On Holy Imagination

Through imagination, feel in one-self the flight of a winged creature, even while still a grub, anticipating the shape of the future antenna

Three Forms Of Prayer

THE PRAYER OF ABANDONED WORSHIP Try going into prayer with the expressed desire to get nothing back. Ask God to deprive you of any...

What is it all about?

What is the “it” that I am talking about? It is life; the thing that all of us are involved in. If yours is anything like mine, and I am...

Create silence

“The present state of the world, the whole of life, is diseased. If I were a doctor and were asked for my advice, I would reply: ‘Create...

Who do you say I am?

Who do the People say I am? Who do you say I am? I am friends with people that are really, really into the prosperity end of the faith. I...

My Lifeline

“…As for me I have but one desire, the desire for solitude, to be lost in the secret of God’s face.”— Thomas Merton[1] Life was happening...

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