morning | evening

What is precious
inside us does not
care to be known
by the mind
in ways that diminish
its presence.
– david whyte. from the winter of listening

listening to my slower, deeper wisdom gets tricky when my mind is whirlwind fast. when days accelerate, and one day after the next becomes blurred at the edges i forget that what is precious cannot be fully known by the mind, or organised in a to-do list. i find myself longing to embrace the haphazard and become increasingly disorderly after work hours. this seems like a rascals way to combat the shape i’ve been (com)pressing myself into in my working life.

i’m experimenting with a new rhythm in my creative life to balance out the stress of a deadline. trying to give myself permission to leave gaps where miracle and wonder can claim some space.

a part of me is still impatient even amongst all this haste. i am ready for summer to come, even as i stand amazed at the fading winter light and the hail that pounded on our roof within moments of arriving home.

today’s muse: these are the days of miracles and wonder. these days. not any others, past or future.