The mind can be a noisy and cluttered place that can drown out the heart.*
You have travelled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.
Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.**
The wind is blowing furiously.
Storm Dudley is on its way.
Already the winds are high, the clouds are scurrying, the trees beginning to bend.
My thoughts feel sluggish this morning. I need this wind to blow through me, uncovering my heart as it progresses.
*Susan Friel, quoted in Corita Kent and Jan Steward’s Learning by Heart;
**From John O’Donohue’s Benedictus: For One Who is Exhausted.