For Belonging
May you listen to your longing to be free.
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May the frames of your belonging be generous enough for your dreams.
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May you arise each day with a voice of blessing whispering in your heart.
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May you find a harmony between your soul and your life.
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May the sanctuary of your soul never become haunted.
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May you know the eternal longing that lives at the heart of time.
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May there be kindness in your gaze when you look within.
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May you never place walls between the light and yourself.
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May you allow the wild beauty of the invisible world to gather you, mind you and embrace you in belonging.
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What a beautiful and deeply insightful invitation in this blessing from John O’Donohue in his book Benedictus: A Book of Blessings. The ~ are mine as I wanted to pause and let each phrase sink in, nourishing our whole being.
This week I have been part of several conversations and exchanges about place, belonging and the Welsh word ‘Hireath’, which is an expression of deep longing and affinity for home.
In this period of profound transition, I am not surprised that we are seeking something that sounds like ‘deep calls to deep’ and are struggling with the words to express what we are searching for.
I don’t want to settle for anything less.
Would you?
Thanks for reading
Sue
This week
Explorations of change, resistance and when words are not enough.
- Monday: Is change changing?
- Tuesday: What about resistance?
- Wednesday: When words fail
- Thursday: More than hearing?
- Friday: ‘The World I Live In’