This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.
Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.
If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.
~ John O’Donohue
Advent — waiting. All… waiting.
At a loss for words mostly — why write, why plan?
A day at a time: Focus, Presence, Love, it says.
I returned to the Monk Manual this week because I longed for its color(!) and loved the texture of the pages, the way the ink sinks in. Is that enough? Yes, in a year in which I’ve often written HAAAAAA across my weekly planner pages.
Yes, it can hold plans. But the best-laid and all of that. Right now, it’s a chronicle. It already looks rawer than the last ones did, but I hold it a little closer.
It’s an analog counterpart to the web design for musicians and other creatives that I do, and feeds it, somehow.
It also reminds me to slow inside — especially now, but always.
Come, light.
