Golden threads

There are things
We get through
That we grieve
Only later—
When some new loss
Pulls them to the surface
Of the deep well
In which they’ve
Been submerged.
And so today
Our grief for
The world as we’ve
Known it,
For plans laid down,
For possibilities
Now gone forever,
Is laced with
Golden threads
Of loss we had forgotten,
As if distant waves
Are lapping
On an unseen shore
In the dark of night. Judy Brown

What golden threads of loss are rising to the surface for you?

Beneath the storm

Let there be

an opening

into the quiet

that lies beneath

the chaos,

where you find the peace

you did not think

possible

and see what shimmers

within the storm.” Jan Richardson, The Cure For Sorrow

What do you discover beneath the chaos?

Dazzling

Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled —
to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am looking

into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing —
that the light is everything — that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do. Mary Oliver

What does it take to be dazzled?

For one exhausted…

“Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day.

Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.” John O’Donahue

How do you open the well of color?

Sometimes

Sometimes you need the ocean light and colors you’ve never seen before painted through the evening sky.

Sometimes you need your God to be a simple invitation… David Whyte

What invitation do you need?