The Inner History of a Day

by  John O’Donohue No one knew the name of this day; Born quietly from deepest night, It hid its face in light, Demanded nothing for itself, Opened out to offer each of us A field of brightness that traveled ahead, Providing in time, ground to hold our footsteps And the light of thought to show... Continue Reading →

Chalice of Our Being

Wise words from Dag Hammarskjold seem appropriate for the new year. Each morning we must hold out the chalice of our being to receive, to carry, and give back. It must be held out empty - for the past must only be reflected in its polish, its shape, its capacity.

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