how the mud seeps in

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We drift through this gray, increasing nowhere
Until we stand before a threshold we know
We have to cross to come alive once more.

May we have the courage to take the step
Into the unknown that beckons us;
Trust that a richer life awaits us there,
That we will lose nothing
But what has already died;
Feel the deeper knowing in us sure
Of all that is about to be born beyond
The pale frames where we stayed confined,
Not realizing how such vacant endurance
Was bleaching our soul’s desire.

~John O’Donohue

colors are too bright sometimes…….they call us into memory and sticky-sweet, irrelevant, quick fixes…..

inquiry for today~  maybe we need to simplify…maybe we’ve been dug deep in mud for so long, the colors hurt……

And so I lift my face from the mud,

the mud of my past, the mud of history,

the thick and ragged bark of how we

think everyone but our own darkness

is the enemy, I lift my face like a worn

planet spinning on itself to get back

into the light, to say to no one, to

everyone—it is an honor to be alive.

~Mark Nepo

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