But your loss brought you here
to walk under one name
and one name only,
and to find the guise
under which all loss can live;
remember, you were given that name
every day along the way, remember,
you were greeted as such,
and treated as such,
and you needed no other name.
Other people seemed to know you
even before you gave up being a shadow
on the road and came into the light,
even before you sat down,
broke bread and drank wine,
wiped the wind-tears
from your eyes:
pilgrim they called you,
pilgrim they called you
again and again.
oh. yes. find the way back in.
inquiry for today~ it’s time to feel the deep winter in our bones…..
You’re never in the wrong place.
Sometimes you’re in the right place
looking at things in the wrong way.