Arriving home late tonight from a train journey.
Hours spent rolling along the rails from CT to DC and back again; listening to music, reading poetry and witnessing humanity in its beauty and heartbreak.
I return home with even more surety that whatever it is that we do in our lives - we seem to all be making our rugged and righteous way back home to that tender and courageous place within us where we hold ourselves with deep love, kindness, and gentleness.
As we do this - with all our might - we grow in our capacity to do this with and for others.
I have no other words other than the poem I returned to again and again as I made my way home...
Awaken to the mystery of being here
and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.
Have joy and peace in the temple of your senses.
Receive encouragement when new frontiers beckon.
Respond to the call of your gift and the courage to
follow its path.
Let the flame of anger free you of all falsity.
May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame.
May anxiety never linger about you.
May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of
Take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek
Be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul.
May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven
around the heart of wonder.
~ John O'Donohue (From To Bless the Space Between Us)
As the holiday season amps up - I'm LEAPING into blessing the space between us.
I invite you to join me.