So what fish are caught in the net this week ?
Well, they have escaped. The fish have been flying this week !
Sometimes life events catapult us out of our normal environment, whether it's an ocean or a pond we happen to live in and everything's suddenly up in the air.
So a floundering fish out of water can only rely on something else for buoyancy.
So a floundering fish out of water can only rely on something else for buoyancy.
When Jesus said to His disciples, " Come follow me and I will make you fishers of "men", this image of windsock fish came to mind.
"The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its
sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So
it is with everyone born of the Spirit."
The Greek word for Spirit is the same as wind.
May The Holy Spirit carry and lift us through the final part of our Lenten journey even if we might look a bit odd to others as flying fish.
This is clever and humorous !
Lastly, Josh Garrel's music has been a backdrop to my reflections this week so I may as well finish it with a couple more of his offerings caught in the net of wonderings and wanderings this week.
Glad I found him...
The animations on the first video are beautiful.
There are quite a few metamorphoses in this one: luminescent jellyfish, living stones, butterflies and owls.... :-)) --- Just go with the flow.
There are quite a few metamorphoses in this one: luminescent jellyfish, living stones, butterflies and owls.... :-)) --- Just go with the flow.
Lyrics
White Owl
When the night comes,
and you don’t know which way to go
Through the shadowlands,
and forgotten paths,
you will find a road
Like an owl you must fly by moonlight with an open eye
And use your instinct as a guide, to navigate the ways that lays before you,
You were born to, take the greatest flight
Like a serpent and a dove, you will have wisdom born of love
To carry visions from above into the places no man dares to follow
Every hollow in the dark of night
Waiting for the light
Take the flame tonight
Child the time has come for you to go
You will never be alone
Every dream that you have been shown
Will be like living stone
Building you into a home
A shelter from the storm
Like a messenger of peace, the beauty waits be released
Upon the sacred path you keep, leading deeper into the unveiling
As your sailing, across the great divide
Like a wolf at midnight howls, you use your voice in darkest hours
To break the silence and the power, holding back the others from their glory
Every story will be written soon
The blood is on the moon
Morning will come soon
Child the time has come for you to go
You will never be alone
Every dream that you have been shown
Will be like living stone
Building you into a home
A shelter from the storm
When the night comes,
and you don’t know which way to go
Through the shadowlands,
and forgotten paths,
you will find a road
Like an owl you must fly by moonlight with an open eye
And use your instinct as a guide, to navigate the ways that lays before you,
You were born to, take the greatest flight
Like a serpent and a dove, you will have wisdom born of love
To carry visions from above into the places no man dares to follow
Every hollow in the dark of night
Waiting for the light
Take the flame tonight
Child the time has come for you to go
You will never be alone
Every dream that you have been shown
Will be like living stone
Building you into a home
A shelter from the storm
Like a messenger of peace, the beauty waits be released
Upon the sacred path you keep, leading deeper into the unveiling
As your sailing, across the great divide
Like a wolf at midnight howls, you use your voice in darkest hours
To break the silence and the power, holding back the others from their glory
Every story will be written soon
The blood is on the moon
Morning will come soon
Child the time has come for you to go
You will never be alone
Every dream that you have been shown
Will be like living stone
Building you into a home
A shelter from the storm
Flood Waters
From the breadth of the East unto the West
Is the love that started with a seed
Stronger than the wildest horses and the rising tide
The chords of death hung so heavy round our necks
Will be left at the great divide
Flood waters rise, but it won't wash away
Love never dies, it will hold on more fierce than graves
Farther than the pale moon rises on the open plain
Past the time and the longest blood line
There shines an immortal flame
Somewhere in between forever and the passing days
There's a place moth and rust cannot lay waste
This is Grace, the face of love
Flood waters rise, but it won't wash away
Love never dies, it will hold on more fierce than graves
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