Sometimes what we learn from a parting of ways lies in the very sadness and poignancy of the leaving itself. Once so together, now so far apart and yet still somehow forever living in an unspoken parallel: what was brought into the world somehow still alive not only in our separate lives but also in what our former togetherness bequeathed to the world... DW
This is one of my favorites so far… I imagine the tree, the stump, the tree’s attempts to grow around it, becoming old and gnarled with age. I imagine that’s what all of us do.
Sometimes what we learn from a parting of ways lies in the very sadness and poignancy of the leaving itself. Once so together, now so far apart and yet still somehow forever living in an unspoken parallel: what was brought into the world somehow still alive not only in our separate lives but also in what our former togetherness bequeathed to the world... DW
This is one of my favorites so far… I imagine the tree, the stump, the tree’s attempts to grow around it, becoming old and gnarled with age. I imagine that’s what all of us do.
“like the thirst
of everything
to find its true form”
That’s the whole poem right there. Wonderful.
One of the best ever from you….struck home.
Heavens! Tears flowed as I felt my bark twisting and turning - beautiful and mighty!
Beautiful poem! Really resonates with me. Thank you!
“Each grow round the missed branch” —perfect, really 🥰
A smaller travel-friendly House of Belonging feels exactly right for that book.
This is beautiful, I hear David Whyte reading it aloud in my head reminding me of all that has passed as I enter the last 3rd of my life.
In that
omniscient black eye
of witness
I see the dark no-growth
of what has passed
grown round by
what has come to pass,
looking at me
as if I could speak.
lovely, sad and poignant. ❤️