May we merit to also speak when appropriate and be silent when appropriate….
May we be blessed turn to the unintended, unexpected realities of our lives, and with courage and faith, step into our many selves and many sacred moments.
It seems whatever the door, whatever our fear — be it love or truth or even the prospect of death — we all have this choice, again and again: avoiding that part of our house, or opening the door and finding out more about ourselves by waiting until what is dark becomes see-able.
I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places where I left them asleep like cattle.
Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me
and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings and I hear its song.