The House of Belonging

Photo and poem by David Whyte
Out here in California this week is our third week of the state’s ’stay at home’ directive. I am finally finding a bit of structure in my day to day activities. My work has been impacted and postponed for several months so I now have time for taking better care of me. My last blog “What You Mutter Matter,” was about the impact of words and how one word can change your feelings and reactions.
Today I want to offer a poem. I’ve been selecting a different poem every day to read to connect me with another world and another’s view. This poem by David Whyte was presented to me and I found comfort in The House of Belonging. I hope you do too.
I awoke thinking for But it must have been It must have been And this is the black day |
This is the day and I found myself the tawny This is the bright home This is the temple There is no house |
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