I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.
A magical thing. And sweet to remember.
We are nearer to Spring than we were in September.
I heard a bird sing in the dark of December ..
~Oliver Herford
how can we give up the struggle?
inquiry for today~ may you sing to the Gods of hope….
Often, giving ourselves over to the life of experience yields the next phase of our Inner Curriculum. For each of us has our own language of wisdom, the way every tree casts its own pattern of light and shadow, though they all draw on the same Source. With every heartbreak, discovery, and moment of joy, with every lift of presence that touches us where we didn’t think we could be touched, with every cut and confusion, another letter in our alphabet of wisdom is decoded. Take a step, learn a word. Feel a feeling, decode a sign. Accept a truth, translate a piece of the Mystery written in our heart. Day by authentic day, we learn our inner language. To be conversant in the web of relationship that our authenticity reveals is the work of every soul.
~Mark Nepo
Make Believe Boutique 