SOMETIMES
Sometimes if you move carefully through the forest, breathing like the ones in the old stories, who could cross a shimmering bed of leaves without a sound, you come to a place whose only task is to trouble you with tiny but frightening requests, conceived out of nowhere but in this place beginning to lead everywhere. Requests to stop what you are doing right now, and to stop what you are becoming while you do it, questions that can make or unmake a life, questions that have patiently waited for you, questions that have no right to go away. ... SOMETIMES From ‘Everything Is Waiting for You’ © David Whyte and Many Rivers Press … Mist: Buckholt Wood. Photo © David Whyte Cotswolds England 2013 Comments are closed.
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