THE HOUSE OF BELONGING
I awoke
this morning
in the gold light
turning this way
and that
thinking for
a moment
it was one
day
like any other.
But
the veil had gone
from my
darkened heart
and
I thought
it must have been
the quiet
candlelight
that filled my room,
it must have been
the first
easy rhythm
with which I breathed
myself to sleep,
it must have been
the prayer I said
speaking to the otherness
of the night.
And
I thought,
this is the good day
you could
meet your love,
this is the gray day
someone close
to you could die.
This is the day
you realize
how easily the thread
is broken
between this world
and the next
and I found myself
sitting up
in the quiet pathway
of light,
the tawny close
grained cedar
burning round
me like fire
and all the angels
of this housely
heaven ascending
through the first
roof of light
the sun had made.
This is the bright home
in which I live,
this is where
I ask
my friends
to come,
this is where I want
to love all the things
it has taken me so long
to learn to love.
This is the temple
of my adult aloneness
and I belong
to that aloneness
as I belong to my life.
There is no house
like the house of belonging.
...
'The House of Belonging'
From 'The House of Belonging'
Poems by David Whyte
© David Whyte and Many Rivers Press
...
Morning Light
Photo © David Whyte
San Miguel de Allende
Mexico 2014
Not my words or image, I just wanted to share because it was such a beautiful poem and powerful photograph. As I settle into heART house and the reality of it being home sets in I am so happy, it is my own house of belonging.
David Whyte has a facebook page you can follow his work. https://www.facebook.com/PoetDavidWhyte/?fref=ts
oxo
Luckily we have had some sunshine, I have had some wonderful photo clients this week and my boys are back for 12 days so I feel pretty lucky.
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