As we approach the end of the year I have been contemplating the next step on my spiritual journey, wrestling with the imperative to simplify with my desire to do many things. I recalled my poem “Many Arrows“, feeling the courage to be divided no more and embark on an ambitious agenda in the new year. Rereading the poem I was reminded that it is not my path alone but ours that we share together, and that we’ve only just begun.
Then I remembered Marianne’s book that I found in our meditation room this morning
And I feel closer to my own door into healing.
Healing is a mysterious journey I think for each of us it is different Even as our wounds are different We hurt in different ways, have different pains But I believe there is for each of us a door May you find your door, my friend And enter in.