Just the word ‘wisdom’ evokes a sense of spaciousness. Of the breadth and depth of deliberation. Of breathing in and breathing out.
It doesn’t feel hurried or crammed, reactive or mass produced.
You can’t just pull wisdom out of a hat. It has to be crafted. With care and attention. And space.
‘And I’ll stride freely through wide open spaces as I look for your truth and your wisdom…’ Some of my favourite words from Eugene Peterson’s The Message.
So how might you create space within yourself to cherish wisdom and cultivate that sense of timeless rhythm?