The greatest generator of information is the freedom of chaos, where every moment is new. James Gleick
I would look up at the star-studded night sky, extend my arms toward it, and ask very sincerely, “Use me!” Somehow I believed there was a larger intelligence to hear my willingness to be of service with whatever talents I could bring to whatever it might want of me. Elisabet Sahtouris
At the same time that rites of passage can describe the critical passage of a whole culture to a new way of life, they also—and much more commonly—are explicitly transformative procedure designed to carry an initiate through profound encounters with the darkest aspects of existence. They begin with separation from the old way of life. The initiate is then taken into a threshold period and often a holding place, where the stripping away continues until the old identity is dissolved. This is the fertile void, the place of death and rebirth. A Caribou Eskimo shaman, telling about his own initiation as a young boy, recalled: “I died a number of times during those thirty days but I learned and found what can be found and learned only in the silence, away from the multitude, in the depths. I heard the voice of nature itself speak to me, and it spoke with the voice of a gentle motherly solicitude and affection. Or it sounded sometimes like children’s voices, or sometimes like falling snow, and what it said was, “Do not be afraid of the universe.”
The rite of passage is designed to take the initiate to this point of absolute, internal security. It is intended to open a knowing that cannot be taken away. The certainty of this knowing is what “grows” the neophyte and makes possible the third and final stage of the rite of passage: the return, bearing the gifts of wisdom and a deeper sense of responsibility to the people.
From the book, Cultural Creatives (2000), Paul Ray and Sherry Anderson share:
In the secret recesses of the heart beyond the teachings of this world calls a still, small voice singing a song unchanged from the foundation of the world.
Speak to me in sunsets and in starlight . . .
Speak to me I the eyes of a child . . .
You Who call me from a smile . . .
My cosmic beloved
Tell me who I am . . .
And who I always will be.
Help me to remember. Joan Borysenko
You see things: and say “Why?”
But I dream things that never were: and say “Why not?” George Bernard Shaw
The human spirit of creativity is indomitable. It has uplifted lives in every civilization and every era, from dirt playgrounds to marble palaces. It has survived catastrophic acts of inhumanity, ignorance, and apathy, to bloom in the darkest days as well as the brightest hours of human existence. It has illuminated our lives with flashes of singular brilliance in advances in human understanding and in the softer, warmer light of words or deeds that daily enrich the human experience. Gene D. Cohen
To journey without being changed is to be a nomad.
To change without journeying is to be a chameleon.
To journey and to be transformed by the journey Is to be a pilgrim. Mark Nepo
Sometimes the greatest challenge is to actually begin; there is something deep in us that conspires with what wants to remain within safe boundaries and stay the same. John O’Donohue
When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world. Mary Oliver
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you, as a fish out of water hear the waves of a hunting falcon hears the drum’s come back.
This turning toward what you deeply love saves you. Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks
…stories remind us that we are not separate, isolated individuals afloat in the cosmos, but part of the universal stream of life. We become aware on some primitive level that we are not disconnected, solitary beings, but part of the chain of life that goes back to the first appearance of a living cell and continues indefinitely into the future. Jill Jepson
We human beings have a great need for one another. However, at the end of the 20th century this instinct to be together is materializing as growing fragmentation and separation. We search for those most like us in order to protect ourselves from the rest of society. Clearly, we cannot get to a future worth inhabiting through these separating paths. Our great task is to rethink our understandings of community so that we can move from the closed protectionism of current forms to an openness and embrace of the planetary community. Margaret Wheatley