Longing is the transfiguration of aloneness, the defenseless interior secret core of a person receiving its overdue invitation from the moon, the stars, the night horizon and the great tidal flows of life and love. Longing is nothing without its dangerous edge, that cuts and wounds us while setting us free and beckons us exactly because of the human need to invite the right kind of peril. The foundational instinct that we are here essentially to risk ourselves in the world, that we are a form of invitation to others and to otherness, that we are meant to hazard ourselves for the right thing, for the right woman or the right man, for a son or a daughter, for the right work or for a gift given against all the odds. In longing we move and are moving from a known but abstracted elsewhere, to a beautiful, about to be reached, someone, something or somewhere we want to call our own. ~David Whyte
where are the boundaries that leave us hanging from the abyss or longing to crawl out of our skin?
inquiry for today~ when each door of each phase of your life presents itself, how do you know whether or not to open it? what sensations abide?
This bit of flesh which is a human being,
blessed with intelligence and soul,
can split a mountain, divide the sea,
or unearth a mine.
Witness the strength of the soul
in the splitting of rocks and mountains;
the strength of that Soul for the soul
is manifest when the moon was split apart.
If the heart should open the purse of this mystery,
the enraptured soul would rush to the highest of heavens.