“You’re making holes in water”……
Said my soul, his voice so clear
in the still night it roused me from sleep,
and there was no hiding place.
An icicle in my belly was a vortex of hopelessness
as I closed my eyes to shut out
what I was afraid to here.
My feet heavy, though I was unstable
as I brought my wondering
to sit at the feet of a friend.
Holes became whole
at the whirlpool of paradox.
ripples spreading wide,
to reach, connect, affirm.
one foot, one part,
each side of thresholds and dimensions, dichotomies & contradictions
I hold that space.
My heart makes wholes as I grow in my mission
Not futile, not sinking.
“Todo el que camina anda, como Jesús sobre el mar.
Anyone who moves on, walks like Jesus on the water”
(Extract) Antonio Machado.
I love to notice, & to wonder & to journal on the things I wonder about: as the poet David Whyte says ~to "overhear myself saying things I didn't know I knew"