Here we are...

Just off the Port Bow—a place of uncertainty, adventure, and insight. Thank you for your ears, eyes and hearts. I hope to bring compassion, grace and beauty to your day.

Mockingbird Echoes

I love birds. Many of our Grafton birds have flown South. There are no Mockingbirds in Grafton. Mockingbirds are a southern species. I will be content with northern birds.

This strained syllogism is an excuse for me to give another shout-out to Mockingbird (, that cutting edge journal/ministry/resource center/locus of edgy Christian stuff. As a feathered Mockingbird sings the same song over and over again, each time in a unique voice, so Mockingbird, the ministry, sings the hopeful song of Grace over and over. Subscribe to their RSS feed and you'll have a daily dose of good stuff for your mind, heart, body and soul.

One of the other RSS feeds I enjoy is a different sort of mockingbird song...and yet it is really the same. I speak of the talks that come out of the Insight Meditation Center in Barre, MA. You can subscribe here. Every day talks are given at this retreat center, as there are always about 100 people on retreat. I have attended two such retreats, and have spoken of those experiences in previous posts.

What is the message? Well, the single word painted over the front portico of the center says it all: LOVING-KINDNESS (mettā - in the Pali language)

These are not religious talks. They are not selling any product. They are about compassionate, mindful practices which bring peace. They are echoes of the song I hear at Mockingbird.

Right now, where I am on my spiritual journey, these echoing songs of metta are songs I can readily hear and receive. They, in their own way, are all about grace—and that, I am convinced, is what it is all about.

PS - We do have Catbirds up here in Grafton, which kind of look like Mockingbirds, but do more meowing than echoing. But they, too, have gone South.

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