May this be a morning of innocent beginning,

When the gift within you slips clear

Of the sticky web of the personal

With its hurt and hauntings,

And fixed fortress corners,

A morning when you become a pure vessel

For what wants to ascend from silence,

May your imagination know

The grace of perfect danger,

To reach beyond imitation,

And the wheel of repetition,

Deep into the call of all

The unfinished and unsolved

Until the veil of the unknown yields

And something original begins

To stir toward your senses

And grow stronger in your heart

~John O’Donohue

when the thinking lifts and belonging becomes real with connection….

inquiry for today~ allowing life to be real with a friend…..

the deep blue

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd:

the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible;

nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been;

regret over not being someone else;

dissatisfaction with the world’s existence.

~Fernando Pessoa