Digging deeper – for joy

Some weeks just fly by. Whilst others seem to be hard work just moving from day to day.

This is been one of them.

But in the midst of a lot of digging, unearthing, being prepared to shift and change direction, I dared to hope for joy.

Reading in the woods earlier in the week planted that hope seed. It made me realise that I’d lost sight of joy and laughter.

So whilst digging deeper I’ve also been half-expectant. At least a little, tiny bit…

Reading Derek Walcott‘s poem Love after Love in a brilliant book of poetry called Soul Food – nourishing poems for starved minds, I came to rest last night.

I don’t fully understand it, but it does touch me.

Love after Love

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the others welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread, Give back your heart
to its self, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott from Collected Poems, Faber and Faber, 1976

I hope it feeds you too.

Thanks for reading


This week

Has been a journey of mind and soul. Truly digging deeper…