How to say it? I’ve become a mold hollowed by my sufferings: all to be filled by my heart,
which has slipped its casing completely, pouring itself into the contours of my being.
Now it washes everywhere: behind my eyes, my lips, inside my fingers.
Now, wherever you touch me, you touch my heart.
when I lean into the moment of revelation….
inquiry for today~ there is no real timeline for wondering…..
Everything that is in the heavens, on earth,
and under the earth is penetrated with
connectedness, penetrated with relatedness.
~Hildegard of Bingen