On the unfolding of becoming

Carrying tiny pieces of poetry in my pocket, I am caught by the nature of the invitation.

THE UNFOLDING OF BECOMING

If we knew,
would we go there,
or choose instead
the safety
of the familiar
and miss it all?

Or walk into
the welcoming,
unfolding,
unknown of
becoming, with
hope instead.

+ Sue Heatherington

Let’s walk together.

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿

~ John O’Donohue’s poem, ‘Fluent’, and Yvonne Smyth’s beautiful snippet quoted in Retreating to our place of certainty.