October 17th, 2020

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