TO COME HOME TO YOURSELF May all that is unforgiven in you,Be released. May your fears yieldTheir deepest tranquilities. May all that is unlived in you,Blossom into a future,Graced with love. + John O’Donohue, from Benedictus: A Book of Blessings This seems an appropriate way to grace the end of a week musing on journeys, …
‘May goodness find you in 2022…’ These were the words of a blessing offered to the writer and poet Martin Wroe as he walked out of the coffee shop, warm mug in hand. It prompted an extended reflection which he shared on BBC Radio 4’s Thought For The Day, and an edited piece he published …
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What do our words create? Life or death – the words we use shape us and infect those around us. Clarity or confusion – reality is created through what we say because it filters what we see. Possibility or problem – doors open or close through the language we use and the tone of our …
Sometimes we get our destination and our identity mixed up. … you can travel an entire journey without your destination becoming clearer to you than it was when you set out, and it matters not a jot; your destination will be there just the same, and your journey will get you there just the same. …
Like the seasons, journeys are made up of multiple cycles, strung together in a continuous unfolding. Sometimes we’re conscious of the overarching shape or intent. While at other times, we’re caught up in the detail of the immediate. Yet, it’s the same journey. Today, we’re in Welsh mist and can’t see much at all…
There is something about the rhythm of the journey, the shape it takes and makes of us. Will we yield or fight? Or simply ignore, in the pursuit of the destination.
I suspect that many of us are dancing with hope differently. What we had thought was hope is no longer adequate for the place we find ourselves in today. In late 2021 I was invited to write a poem for the Presence Project, a blessing for overflowing hope. It was published yesterday, and you can …
We must breathe in if we want to breathe out. Obvious, I know. Yet, in how many areas of our life and work do we somehow forget this basic rhythm? Just wondering. ~ Winter morning sky in the valley
Rhythm is such a natural part of our lives that we cease to notice its ebbs and flows. Our beating heart, the way we walk, the cycle of day and night, and the seasons. If any one of these were to stop in mid beat, we’d be in trouble. Yet, we often assume we can …
Most of us know what it’s like to be out of balance. We feel vulnerable because we might fall over – in whatever way that might manifest in the circumstances. And our sense of control or personal agency is diminished. Therefore, our automatic reaction is to do whatever it takes to restore our balance because …