This is All the Life You Have
Believe in the bird’s song, and the way the sun rises, slowly, the steady beat of your pulse, at that pace you can love it all.
Believe in the bird’s song, and the way the sun rises, slowly, the steady beat of your pulse, at that pace you can love it all.
I have realised that my life in this magical world is about serving not grasping , about apprenticeship not mastery, about owning my own shadow and accepting the gracious loan of my creative faculties. Anything more is inflating and removes me from the extraordinary ordinariness
I have been somewhat overwhelmed by the reaction to the post 'Now I am 54' after it was graciously featured on ‘Freshly Pressed' It seems that many of us are sufferers from anxiety and depression or stand alongside someone who is.
Yet in the circle of reflection on the morning of departure you saw all the rug pulls in another light and a voice said ‘you know there is great power in your falling’.
Of course I have read many baggy handbooks on the need to be present to my life, to God or even to my dog.
No, rather I, with an aching longing, want their world, almost totally uninterested in my human milieu, to become part of mine. I am after all an animal.