Zoom in on Bird’s eye view

Zoom in on Bird’s eye view – First 3 aspects

Notes from a different drummer

Learning the unforced rhythms of grace

Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.

Henry David Thoreau

Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you'll recover your life. I'll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me - watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly."

Mat 11:28-30 (The Message)

Introduction

We have painted the bigger picture with the bird’s eye view. Now we zoom in and have a closer look at the different aspects of that bigger picture.

Why do it – this particular spiritual journey with all its challenges and uncertainty?

We are looking for something to help us hear the notes and teach us the unforced rhythms of grace. There is a hunger within us, a longing for more than what we find in religion and culture in general, the current meta narratives or dominant discourses. We want to live freely and lightly, but also grounded and connected.

What is it, that something that helps?

From own experience we have discovered that the following helps us: The creation-centered mystical tradition in its different manifestations, but in our own case with a focus on the Christian contemplative life.

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