Wednesday, August 28, 2013

not knowing


NOT KNOWING

how would it be to allow for knowing
and not knowing:
allowing room
for the mystery
of creating
to be able to wonder
softly
without needing to understand everything
to trust in the process
to trust in love
to trust in the mystery and wonder
of the universe
that beats softly wildly
true
all round about us,
that is hidden
in the mists
in the clouds and the rain
in the wind blowing and the rain lashing down on your window,
reminding you
poetically
prosaically
that this is where you are,
on the island,
at the edge,
in a place of finding
and refinding,
and remembering
to remember
the feel of the mist, wind and rain.

—John O’Donohue

4 comments:

  1. Oh Beth! This is perfect for me this morning! I will be taking my one and only child/son/young man(!?) to college tomorrow. I had a difficult night of sleep...you guessed it---> TOO Much Thinking! And I don't even believe in worry...never changes the outcome! My son has a good head on his shoulders...discerning and a good student...yet my mommy brain just wouldn't shut up! Now I will go on a walk "to remember
    the feel of the mist, wind and rain." GRATITUDE!

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    1. Congratulations on the launching of your son, Deborah! I too have an only child/son/man and these crossing points have been emotionally intense for me. But a lot of joy, too. Enjoy!

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  2. alas ------ knot no ing


    HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY 2 U

    so there

    blessings

    is that 29 candles i c on that cake ?????????????????????????

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    1. thanks bob. But let it be known that I have celebrated my LAST birthday. Hence forward there will not even be an acknowledgement of my birthday. If I'm alive, I'm staying under the bed all day.

      The last 2 birthdays I've been given dreadful medical updates... last year I was told that my breast cancer had advanced to stage iv and was in my bones. This year they told me it was in my brain. So into the Unknown I go ... but no more mention of birthdays for me.

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