“It's strange how deserts turn us into believers. I believe in walking in a landscape of mirages, because you learn humility. I believe in living in a land of little water because life is drawn together. And I believe in the gathering of bones as a testament to spirits that have moved on. If the desert is holy, it is because it is a forgotten place that allows us to remember the sacred. Perhaps that is why every pilgrimage to the desert is a pilgrimage to the self.” IfsBelieveLittlesSelfTogetherRememberLife IsSpiritTurnsI BelieveWaterLandHumilityStrangeWalkingHolySacredMovedForgottenI Believe InBonesBelieverDesertLandscapeTestamentGatheringPilgrimageMoved OnMiragesDrawn Together Book:Red: passion and patience in the desert Source: Red: passion and patience in the desert
“The spirit of God speaking to the spirit of man has power to impart truth with greater effect and understanding than the truth can be imparted by personal contact even with heavenly beings. Through the Holy Ghost, the truth is woven into the very fibre and sinews of the body so that it cannot be forgotten.” MenBodySpiritUnderstandingGreaterEffectsHolyTruth IsForgottenGhostContactHoly SpiritHeavenlyHoly GhostWovenImpartSpirit Of GodGod SpeakingHeavenly Beings Author:Joseph Fielding Smith
“What was once impossible now summons us to dismantle the walls between ourselves and our sisters and brothers, to dissolve the distinctions between flesh and spirit, to transcend the present limits of time and matter, to find, at last, not wealth or power but the ecstasy (so long forgotten) of commonplace, unconditional being. For the atom's soul is nothing but energy. Spirit blazes in the dullest of clay. The life of every woman or man-the heart of it-is pure and holy joy.” MenInspirationalHeartLongSoulMatterLastsJoySpiritEnergyWealthImpossibleBrotherWallHolyPureLimitsForgottenFleshDistinctionEcstasyAtomsBrothers And SistersClayUnconditionalCommonplace Author:George Leonard
“Wine talks; ask anyone. The oracle at the street corner; the uninvited guest at the wedding feast; the holy fool. It ventriloquizes. It has a million voices. It unleashes the tongue, teasing out secrets you never meant to tell, secrets you never even knew. It shouts, rants, whispers. It speaks of great plans, tragic loves, and terrible betrayals. It screams with laughter. It chuckles softly to itself. It weeps in front of its own reflection. It revives summers long past and memories best forgotten. Every bottle a whiff of other times, other places, everyone...a humble miracle” LongPastAsksSpeakVoiceMemoriesSecretMillionsPlansStreetsFrontsFoolTerribleHolySummerLaughterReflectionMiracleWineForgottenCornersHumbleBetrayalTongueTragicBottlesScreamGuestsTeaseReviveOraclesRantStreet CornersChucklesUninvitedUninvited Guests Author:Joanne Harris