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Listen. There is, perhaps, some wisdom being whispered...
Listen. There is, perhaps, some wisdom being whispered...
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“We work in the dark —we do what we can —we give what we have.” (Henry James) And, invariably, all that we do and all that we give is never enough. The appetite of the world and of love is insatiable. Yet, if done and given with a whole and
How do I attend thee, my beloved?
There is so much to do...
There is no end to this restless tide.
WALKING, INTIMACY, WEDDINGS, MARRIAGE, DEATH.
What I am learning: the qualities that I want to make a problem may be showing up in my life for reasons other than for me to judge them.
…only when I am slow enough do I notice…
There is no doing here. Just being, with an open heart. Sometimes, it’s the hardest thing. -Rev. Hans
I believe that crossing the threshold into marriage is one of the most frightening things a man can imagine. For good reason. All who cross are lost.
Now I am trying to complicate things.
What actually happened?
I've written recently, and several times, that I am happy. How does this happen?
Life —fate, luck, destiny, mystery, love— continues to knock on the door of my heart. And I choose to answer.
I wait. She may choose to deny herself. Or, with practice, she may choose herself, blossoming.
Two conversations. A man swimming, believing himself to be drowning. A woman, swimming for so long, feeling herself lost without the presence of the eternal.
The world is a whirl of vibrations. I don't always hear the music of it.
I walked with a friend yesterday. Into the forest. ... Listening to the ravens, chattering in their many and strange tongues. Wondering, always: What do they tell me? What, slowed as I am, am I ready to hear?
At the beginning of this journey I was told to prepare for a thousand days. Now, I am inviting others —and especially men— to step into their own thousand-day journey.
Sometimes, I stumble my way onto my path. But only sometimes. Humility matters more than courage, even.
Today I burn with determination—and joy!