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My teacher this morning

Blooming flower along the side of the road, after last evening’s epic lightning storm.

“Contemplative spirituality is a call to being: to just be who we are in the deepest sense of our nature, our contemplative, mystical being. We all have this dimension of being by virtue of our humanity; everything else we do only adds to what we already are. 

…In this, the flower is our teacher. The flower doesn’t do anything; it just is.”

-Brother Wayne Teasdale