Beauty is not in a hurry.
It doesn’t shout before it is ready, until it is formed in the secret place.
Then it emerges, responding to light and love, and sings its transcendent song.
‘What is real is almost always, to begin with, hidden, and does not want to be understood by the part of our mind that mistakenly thinks it knows what is happening. What is precious inside us does not care to be known by the mind in ways that diminish its presence.’+ David Whyte, from Hiding, in Consolations: The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words, Canongate, 2019
Will we be patient too?
~ With thanks to Richard Merrick for reminding me of these sublime words.