Wednesday March 7
“It’s worth it,” says the wind; we mean to say that too as we catch each other’s eyes hurrying to get our work done or when we find time to sit still and taste some moments without hurry in them. David Whyte’s short poem makes a good breathing space either way: in a hurry; sitting still; in a hurry; sitting still. Maybe the soft snow falling out my window tips my inner appetite this morning toward stillness.
No matter where you are as you read this, David Whyte is worth some time.
Have a blest day.
john sj
Today’s Post “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, in Where Many Rivers Meet, 1990
