What we want
is never simple.
We move among the things
we thought we wanted:
a face, a room, an open book
and these things bear our names—
now they want us.
But what we want appears
in dreams, wearing disguises.
We fall past,
holding out our arms
and in the morning
our arms ache.
We don’t remember the dream,
but the dream remembers us.
It is there all day
as an animal is there
under the table,
as the stars are there
even in full sun.

~Linda Pastan

there is a calling to forget what calls me home so that I may wander alone…

inquiry for today~ what calls you at dusk?

midnight blues

I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches.

If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers.

To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness,

and the willingness to remain vulnerable.

~Anne Morrow Lindbergh