And most of all, in my inner winter, I learned how to walk away, even in the most exquisite or painful creative moment. This space – even if it was only an hour lying in the dark – always allowed for a new way of inspiration and renewal to carry me. Writing our first book, Read more about Inner Winter[…]
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The palm at the end of the mind, Beyond the last thought, risesIn the bronze distance. A gold-feathered bird Sings in the park, without human meaning, Without human feeling, a foreign song. You know then that it is not the reason. That makes us happy or unhappy. The bird sings. It’s feathers shine The palm Read more about Of Mere Being[…]
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Funeral
A book of blessings and the blessing of safe passage to my fathers funeral
I am not at peace here and haven’t been for a long long time I’m surprised to look back and see there was a time when it wasn’t like this And I don’t know when it changed I think when I left home I still felt close to my brothers And when I went travelling Read more about I’m struggling[…]
My father passes as the year wanes into darkness
WINTER APPLE By David Whyte Let the apple ripen on the branch beyond your need to take it down. Let the coolness of autumn and the breathing, blowing wind test its adherence to endurance, let the others fall. Wait longer than you would, go against yourself, find the pale nobility of quiet that ripening demands… Read more about Winter Apple[…]