When I am not present to myself,
then I am only aware of that half of me,
that mode of my being which turns outward to created things.
And then it is possible for me to lose myself among them.
Then I no longer feel the deep secret pull
of the gravitation of love which draws my inward self toward God.
My will and my intelligence lose their command of the other faculties. My senses, my imagination, my emotions,
scatter to pursue their various quarries all over the face of the earth.
Recollection brings them home.
It brings the outward self into line with the inward spirit,
and makes my whole being answer the deep pull of love
that reaches down into the mystery of God.
stuck somewhere aren’t we? a seemingly never-ending carousel of the mind…..to honor that which is sacred within is to respect the ruminating, hollow spaces……it’s ok……
One of the fundamental recognitions at the heart of all experience is the moment you realize that you are an individual, that there is no other in the cosmos quite like you. Peig Sayers put it beautifully: ” Ni bbeidh do letbeid aris ann.” Your like will not be it again.” It is ontologically and spiritually true that each person is privileged and burdened with the gift of uniqueness. There is no escape from this. No one else feels your life in the way that you do. Neither can any other stand on the same ground as you; destiny has decreed this. You are the unique inhabitant of your own reality and of your own life. There is of course one big world out there. We perceive and experience it. But really the primary world that each of us has to do with is the world that is invisible, that is the interior world that is within us. It has territories which extend endlessly inwards and have depths that are ancient. Stanislavski, the Russian theater writer and theorist, said, “The longest journey is the journey inwards.”……John O’Donohue
May peace be within you
May your heart be strong.
May you find what you’re seeking
wherever you roam.