After a weekend reflecting on waiting for ourselves to catch up…
… I wondered whether Monday might be an invitation to wake up.
Being open to an internal unlocking. The possibilities of coming alive from within.
And that can only happen by coming home to ourselves.
Therefore, I have borrowed again from John O’Donohue’s book of blessings to set us off:
To come home to yourself
May all that is unforgiven in you,
May your fears yield
Their deepest tranquilities.
May all that is unlived in you,
Blossom into a future,
Graced with love.
John O’Donohue, Benedictus, Bantam Press 2007
So let’s wake up and come alive. With hope. Again.
Or to quote part of the Hopi Elders prayer: We are the ones we have been waiting for…