The Power of Vulnerability


Broken open to unclaimed thoughts demanding my attention. I am spent in my tears and awake to the darkness in the dawn. Yet I am loved, sheltered, fed, warm, clean and surrounded by the presence of my soul. Holidays hold painful memories of what I miss. I find hope in baring my pain and finding relief in words of understanding. We witness our pain, loss, renewal and love. We witness our recognition of faith in spring, delight in Easter bunnies, and trust in our collective learning. I am glad to be on this journey with you.

For One Who Is Exhausted, a Blessing

John O’Donohue

Published December 22, 2017

When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic, Time takes on the strain until it breaks; Then all the unattended stress falls in On the mind like an endless, increasing weight.

The light in the mind becomes dim. Things you could take in your stride before Now become laborsome events of will.

Weariness invades your spirit. Gravity begins falling inside you, Dragging down every bone.

The tide you never valued has gone out. And you are marooned on unsure ground. Something within you has closed down; And you cannot push yourself back to life.

You have been forced to enter empty time. The desire that drove you has relinquished. There is nothing else to do now but rest And patiently learn to receive the self You have forsaken in the race of days.

At first your thinking will darken And sadness takes over like listless weather. The flow of unwept tears will frighten you.

You have traveled 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.

Become inclined to watch the way of rain When it falls slow and free.

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. Be excessively gentle with yourself.

Stay clear of those vexed in spirit. Learn to linger around someone of ease Who feels they have all the time in the world.