Use your senses. Open your eyes, your ears, your smeller, your taste buds, your skin, your throat, your lungs, your heart, your blood, your interstices. Listen. If we listen, we will not have to ask. If we listen, we will find ourselves at the centre of the entertainment.*
(M. C. Richards)
first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your neighbour’s eye**
(Jesus of Nazerath)
Normally I begin the day following whatever path emerges from the different things I’m reading. This continues to find its shape as I move it from journal to blog.
This morning, though, I tried to force the path. I wanted to explore the theme of gratitude for something I will be writing with four university colleagues.
Along the way, I slightly altered a closing from John O’Donohue, replacing unforgiven with ungiven:
May all that is ungiven in you
May your deepest fears yield
Their deepest tranquilities.
May all that is unloved in you
Blossom into a future
Graced with love.^
That kind of worked but I knew there was so much I was not hearing or seeing about how someone or something wanted to be seen and heard but it was as if I was wearing glasses made out of logs and everything I saw looked like wood.
And doesn’t gratitude begin when we see someone or something simply as they or it wants to be?