An agent of God in unusual form, he came with intent and sailed into the storm. He adorned those he chose with ineffable traits, true kindness and patience, from good into great. Slow movements could not veil the bright fire inside as he gifted humility, freedom from pride. While his wings were concealed from most human eyes, for those who drew near we saw through the disguise.
- With eternal gratitude to N.H. & love for his family
I did not know that I could feel real joy from unseen cause - I had not let my mind be still with clever thought on pause. I could not hear beyond my wants, my fantasies and fears - I did not sense the present peace for striving, strain and tears. I had not touched the heart of faith for I lacked humble poise - I could not take the emptiness below self’s faulty noise. I had not held the offered hope of imager, our role, but then the good news force of truth was poured into my soul. And now I taste true gratitude the more I cease to steer - in yielding up the reigns to God it's alright to be here.
A ditty from Wiltshire, England, 2.2.22
This is the day the LORD has made;
Psalm 118:24
We will rejoice and be glad in it.
Today, I take a moment to create a space of gratitude in honour of my fellow pilgrims. I give thanks for their enquiring minds and their loving hearts. I give thanks for their tenacity in seeking answers to painful questions. I give thanks for their humour in the midst of insanity. I give thanks that they are brave enough to change. I give thanks because they have helped me to understand what home is. To all of you, from me, with as much love as you can handle. Your truthful presence changes everything.
Being a walking question mark 