Healing (A Poem with some prose)
But no person alive has ever become the strongest swimmer they can be from the security of a lifeboat…
But no person alive has ever become the strongest swimmer they can be from the security of a lifeboat…
There are few things in life like knowing a purpose in the aloneness where I have found both sanctuary and life.
The cardinal has never said to the sky,”How is it that I embrace you?
Yet strong is the warrior who can live his life to see his dreams born on the other side of the window, who can strive for summits that exist on the other side of the wall.
Loud is the voice of memory, shaking both the flesh and the heart of a warrior who’s left his sword and shield out beyond the gates of his Thermopylae.
Sometimes I can hear angels crashing into the windows just outside my bedroom door.
Love simply does not demand that type of attention. It does get my attention, but rarely in a way that doesn’t highlight the beauty of everything around me.
I wrote this article (for Elephant Journal) to highlight one of the greatest tools of transformation I’ve discovered. I hope you find value in these words and find a practice that is both sustainable and life-changing.