This is the bright homein which I live,this is whereI askmy friendsto come,this is where I wantto love all the thingsit has taken me so longto learn to love.— David Whyte, The House of Belonging The house is full more frequently now. Filled with pets and friends and memories. The nest is empty and yet…
How difficult it is to die from my disbelief and kneel down to the truer underlying font of happiness waiting to break the enclosing surface, to believe in my body that I deserve the full spacious sense of not being thirsty anymore, of living a present contentment.– David Whyte, Newly Married The realization of not…
we will be remembered in the way others still live, and still live on, in our love.– David Whyte, Everlasting There’s a certain look in the eye of the next generation, both uncertain and certain at the same time. A look that says “I’ve got this” that convinces you that yes indeed, they really can…
We were born saying goodbyeto what we love, we were born in a beautiful reluctance to be here, not quite ready to breathe in this new world – David Whyte, Cleave I understand this reluctance. I wrestle with it myself. And tackle the moments as they wash over me and undermine my footing like a…
The soundof a bellstill reverberating. or a blackbirdcallingfrom a cornerof thefield. Asking you to wake into this life or inviting you deeper to one that waits. Either way takes courage, either way wants you to be nothing but that self that is no self at all, wants you to walk to the place where you…
One obvious problem with long drives is that it eats into reading time. You can solve this with audio books, of course, but then what of podcasts? As a heavy consumer of both, what do you choose? And this is where time becomes our enemy. Long drives require epic podcast episodes, and there’s nothing more…
We want the stillness and confidence of age, the space between self and all the objects of the world honoured and defined, the possibility that everything left alone can ripen of its own accord – David Whyte, Living Together I’d like to think that I’ve arrived at this stage in my life where I can…
Sometimes it takes darkness and thesweetconfinement of your alonenessto learnanything and anyonethat does not bring you alive is too small for you.– David Whyte, Sweet Darkness I woke up in the middle of the night thinking of Todd Rundgren’s Hello It’s Me and hearing it anew in my head. It’s always been a breakup song,…
What is preciousinside us does notcare to be knownby the mindin ways that diminishits presence.-David Whyte, The Winter of Listening A storm pivots around New England, sideways rain one minute, bright sunshine the next. Cold wind pushing the swirling mix about, demanding attention. I step outside and look for the rainbow that must be out…
“Poetry is language against which we have no defenses.” – David Whyte I’ve been spending a bit of time with David Whyte lately, catching up on words I ought to have read long ago but wasn’t ready to hear. I was a different person then, more closed to the world despite the outward bravado. You…