Monday, March 24 — David Whyte
12 hours and 20 minutes of daylight today in Detroit {sunrise 7:29 –> sunset 7:40}. June’s longest day isn’t so far off; neither is baseball season. This morning I could see the tips of daffodils from our kitchen window.
Sometimes I notice that I walk right by the beauty — playful teasing, cooking oatmeal, tears for someone’s tragedy, showing up when you have a headache. And yesterday’s Honors Convocation put a light on students’ accomplishments, and on the faces of their families.
David Whyte’s poem reminds me that my opaque self-absorptions are always permeable. “Yours too,” so the poet tells us.
Have a good day in this March work week. It’s good to read the poem out loud.
john st sj
Enough
Enough. These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath, this sitting here.
This opening to the life
we have refused
again and again
until now.
David Whyte, Where Many Rivers Meet