Once You Start to Awaken

This quote from John Donohue was passed onto me by an IKH classmate (Thanks Daniel!) and I was inspired to share it on my blog, it speaks to mine and I am sure so many others' current journey:

Once you start to awaken, no one can ever claim you again for the old patterns. Now you realise how precious your time here is. You are no longer willing to squander your essence on undertakings that do not nourish your true self; your patience grows thin with tired talk and dead language. You see through the rosters of expectation which promise you safety and the confirmation of your outer identity. Now you are impatient for growth, willing to put yourself in the way of change. You want your work to become an expression of your gift. You want your relationship to voyage beyond the pallid frontiers to where the danger of transformation dwells. You want your God to be wild and to call you to where your destiny awaits.


From “The Question Holds the Lantern”
Reflection from Conamara

Happy Birthday to Me!

I recently had my 41st birthday and to celebrate I did not bake this cake - a raw Carrot and Goji Berry delectation... it truly was awesome as everyone who tasted it remarked - once again I have Café Gratitude to thank for the masterful recipe.

As part of my celebration I had a party and asked those who felt so inclined, to bring poetry, so Rumi, Hafiz and David Whyte also made an appearance along with several others.

And after the poetry? Music from two of my accomplished friends Mr Paul Carlson and Mr Larry Levine (in the house). My apologies for no pictures of the bash other than my artwork in the kitchen. Next time...

So as I reach the end of this short post I would like to thank Ms Dannielle Wade for the sizable metamorphic rock which now lives on my coffee table (to the exclusion of all else) and assure her son, Dash, that 'it likes it here'!

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In closing, I give you Mr David Whyte with

Everything is Waiting for You

Everything Waits for You
Your great mistake is to act the drama

as if you were alone. As if life

were a progressive and cunning crime

with no witness to the tiny hidden

transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny

the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,

even you, at times, have felt the grand array;

the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding

out your solo voice You must note

the way the soap dish enables you,

or the window latch grants you freedom.

Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.

The stairs are your mentor of things

to come, the doors have always been there

to frighten you and invite you,

and the tiny speaker in the phone

is your dream-ladder to divinity.
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into

the conversation. The kettle is singing

even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots

have left their arrogant aloofness and

seen the good in you at last. All the birds

and creatures of the world are unutterably

themselves. Everything is waiting for you.