. . . And I know it is not coincidence, that today is the winter solstice. Slowing down my verbal mind, allowing each and every emotion, and memory it's due. Knowing as in David's poem, life flows onward.
Been reading Iain McGilchrist and thinking a lot about certainty, knowing. There is something here to hold awhile in silence. Thanks, David, for this insight and the wintery poem that has its own strong presence.
Winter seems to be nature's way of teaching us to slow down and reflect.
. . . And I know it is not coincidence, that today is the winter solstice. Slowing down my verbal mind, allowing each and every emotion, and memory it's due. Knowing as in David's poem, life flows onward.
What is precious
inside us does not
care to be known
by the mind
in ways that diminish
its presence.
Been reading Iain McGilchrist and thinking a lot about certainty, knowing. There is something here to hold awhile in silence. Thanks, David, for this insight and the wintery poem that has its own strong presence.
These words bringing me back to my deep self. Thank you David and Happy New Year All!