Retreating to our place of certainty

It’s natural. We all do it when we feel threatened.

Whether our safe space is a physical location or a state of mind.

Somewhere we know where we are and who we think we are.

Yet, it is false.

We are not who we were, even 5 minutes ago.

And the certainty of our ‘home’ territory probably has a hefty dose of nostalgia where the cracks are papered over with wishful thinking.

Instead, we can be present in the now but not yet.

No, it’s not a certainty.

But it opens the door to hope, grace, and compassion for ourselves and each other.

A scary but generative space that requires courage and companionship.

Whereas certainty has a hard edge that can be used as a weapon. Which will also inflict self-harm.

Let’s choose wisely.

And go gently.

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿

This week

Another stage in the journey, travelling together. Thank you for your companionship.

A few good words

Two little pieces to carry in your pocket. One is a tiny poem, and the other is a fragment, both from the island of Ireland.


I would love to live
Like a river flows,
Carried by the surprise
Of its own unfolding.

+ John O’Donohue, from Conamara Blues, 2000


Taking shelter,
in the creases of your own becoming.

+ Yvonne Smyth, from a beautiful poem she shared recently on LinkedIn