I am sharing some musings and responses to emails again. I collect bits and pieces I’m writing elsewhere and sharing here from time to time since people seem to enjoy that and have asked that I continue doing it. As before I’ve included links to old posts for more on similar topics below each little blurb. Here – from the last week:
There is the solitude of suffering, when you go through darkness that is lonely, intense, and terrible. Words become powerless to express your pain; what others hear from your words is so distant and different from what you are actually suffering … [click on title for the rest of the post]
On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you…. … [click on title for the rest of the post]
There is the solitude of suffering, when you go through darkness that is lonely, intense, and terrible. Words become powerless to express your pain; what others hear from your words is so distant and different from what you are actually suffering
In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.
For a long time it has watched your desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown….
There is the solitude of suffering, when you go through darkness that is lonely, intense, and terrible. Words become powerless to express your pain; what others hear from your words is so distant and different from what you are actually suffering. ― John O’Donohue from Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom And yet, this experience John… Continue Reading →
On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window and the ghost of loss gets in to you, may a flock of colours, indigo, red, green, and azure blue come to awaken in you a… Continue Reading →
Beautiful to listen to. Words beneath the video. On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window and the ghost of loss gets in to you, may a flock of colours, indigo, red, green, and… Continue Reading →
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