A wild and beautiful invitation

After days of rain and mud, yesterday we finally had sun. Until I went out to feed the alpacas…

Then the hail. Hard white balls that pounded on the corrugated roof and my hat.

Cold. Yet also bringing along a ray of hope.

And with it, the recognition that we belong in this wide, wild world.

We are not separate but an integral part of it.

Indeed, the welcome is extended to us if we only remove our human-centric lenses. And look beyond our walls.


May you listen to your longing to be free.

May the frames of your belonging be generous enough for your dreams.

May you arise each day with a voice of blessing whispering in your heart.

May you find a harmony between your soul and your life.

May the sanctuary of your soul never become haunted.

May you know the eternal longing that lives at the heart of time.

May there be kindness in your gaze when you look within.

May you never place walls between the light and yourself.

May you allow the wild beauty of the invisible world to gather you, mind you and embrace you in belonging.

+ John O’Donohue, from Benedictus: A Book of Blessings, Bantam Press, 2007

I am so glad that John O’Donohue’s blessing ends on this note.

It is the finale of an extraordinary week of reflections. Thank you for joining me.

Go gently with wild hope.

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿

This week

In the company of John O’Donohue’s poem For Belonging, from Benedictus: A Book of Blessings (outside of Europe, the book is called The Space Between Us).

A few good words

I enjoyed this week’s conversation on The Sacred podcast. Elizabeth Oldfield talked with the naturalist and TV presenter Chris Packham: Chris Packham on Love, Grief and Autism. It is a beautiful exchange, and whether you watch it, read it or listen via your usual podcast feed, I know you are in for a treat!