Good Day Lovely Reader!
Spring has been playing hide and seek with us all week. Even so all the white roses in the front garden are blooming. And looking at them from the kitchen window puts a whole different slant on washing up. If cutting your own roses isn’t in the picture then buying them for yourself or someone you love is the next best thing. If I lived in London, The London Flower Lover would definitely be my florist of choice. I love these beautiful women….They were one of the first to encourage me when I was a just a newbie blogger…. And they continue to inspire me today. Their blog is full of beautiful images, anecdotes, self-care practices, and most recently this poem by poet, David Whyte. I hope it touches you too!
Everything is Waiting for You
Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.
— David Whyte
from Everything is Waiting for You
©2003 Many Rivers Press
