![]() ![]() David Whyte, Consolations: The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words. Pain tells us we belong and cannot live forever alone or in isolation. It starts with the understanding that a relationship has a life of its own and, as if it were a spirit, or child, co-created by you and your partner you become responsible to it and you have to respond to it. In real pain we have no other choice but to learn to ask for help and on a daily basis. There you can be sure you are not beyond love. Is it really true that you once had the magic and have lost it And Michael has his own, in many ways, more beautiful question. Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own. A third is a Winterfest Welcome, originally appearing as part of 2012’s opening ceremonies, text to the video created by SandyX (videoam1ture). When your vision has gone, no part of the world can find you. Original Poetry Two poems relate to a specific chapter of Iron Behind the Velvet, but I think both can stand on their own. Hand and the one life, you know belongs in yours.īeing single and dating is so different at midlife that I've created a special site with help, advice and resources. Sweet Darkness By David Whyte When your eyes are tired the world is tired also. Toward them we find, everything holds us,īut you don’t, because finally, after allĪnd you want to live, and you want to love. So that when we finally step out of the boat Waking and seeing the distant, yet familiar figure,Īnd how we are all preparing for that abrupt wakingĪnd that calling and that moment when we have to say yes!Įxcept it will not come so grandly, so biblically,īut more subtly, and intimately in the face The Truelove by David Whyte (read by Mick Theobald) Mick T 26 subscribers Subscribe Like Share 3.7K views 2 years ago Poetry by David Whyte. Prayer to the turbulent Jesus hidden in the waters.Īnd I think of the story of the storm and the people Hat to his chest in the blustering salt wind and say his ![]() To the shore of baying seals, who would press his Who would walk every morning on the gray stones Years ago in the Hebrides I remember an old man I am thinking of faith now and the testaments of lonelinessĪnd what we feel we are worthy of in this world. There’s a faith in loving fiercely the one who is rightfully yoursĮspecially if you have waited years and especially if part of you neverīelieved you could deserve this loved and beckoning hand held
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