“All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.”
In his poem, The Winter of Listening, David Whyte describes this ebb and flow…
“What is precious inside us does not care to be known by the mind
in ways that diminish its presence.
What disturbs and then nourishes
has everything we need.
All those years forgetting how everything has its own voice
to make itself heard.
All those years forgetting how easily you can belong
to everything simply by listening.”
In this winter of sometimes darkness, may we be blessed to hear inside us,
the angelic messages.