12.9.24

Thought

We no longer walk the earth with wonder. We have purchased the fatal ticket. Instead of being guests of the earth, we are now crowded passengers on the runaway train of progress and productivity; the windows are darkened and we can no longer see out. The gadgets and games in each compartment are quite fascinating. There is constant theatre. Public relations experts offer sensational help in manicuring the image and searching out the best sound-bite.

Even if we wanted to alight, no-one seems to be able to stop the train. We desperately need to retrieve our capacity for reverence. Each day that is given to you is full of the shy graciousness of divine tenderness. It is a valuable practice at night to spend a little while revisiting the invisible sanctuaries of your lived day. Each day is a secret story woven around the radiant heart of wonder. We let our days fall away like empty shells and miss all the treasure.

— John O'Donohue, Eternal Echoes: Exploring Our Hunger to Belong

Quote

Aesop on gratitude: 

“Gratitude turns what we have into enough.”

Moment of Gratitude

I’m grateful for the sound of raindrops bouncing on the rooftop.

What are you grateful for today? 

Happy Monday,

Val