Again the urge

to bring gauze

to the broken world—

and medicine

and a plaster cast.

Again the urge

to fix things,

to heal them,

to make them right.

Again the chance

to do the work,

which is to look in,

to touch the pain

but not become it,

to see the world

exactly as it is

and still write it

a love letter,

to meet what is cracked

with clarity,

to mirror and grow

whatever beauty

we find.

~Rosemary Wahtola Trommer

how may I truly help?

inquiry for today~ how will you honor your deepest self today?

capable of love….

The mystic is not a special human being-

every human being is a special kind of mystic.

~David Steindl Rast