How many of usare waiting to come home?To arrive at the door,and not have to knock.To know we are welcome,here, now, in this place.Crossing the thresholdof grace, with grace. + Sue Heatherington ~ Thinking of the many far from home, physically and metaphorically. And those currently approaching a threshold, unsure of what they will find. … Read more
This lovely poem by Derek Walcott has many layers. Sit with the one that is drawing you and come home again. LOVE AFTER LOVE The time will comewhen, with elation,you will greet yourself arrivingat your own door, in your own mirrorand each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat.You will love … Read more
It doesn’t seem to matter where I go in our little valley; moss is at home here. Not just one kind of moss, but a delightful plethora of shapes, colours and textures. The nature of the terrain and the fact that alpacas don’t treat moss as a delicacy probably help. So does our leaving fallen … Read more
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, … Read more