Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Friday, September 11, 2015


If you soul is awakened, then you realize this is the house of your real belonging.  Your longing is safe there.  Belonging is related to longing.  I you hyphenate belonging, it yields a lovely axiom for spiritual growth; Be-Your-Longing.  Longing is a precious instinct in the soul.
                                                                                                John O’Donohue, Anam Cara, p. 120

I sit in my office
nice little introverted self
there is safety here
tucked away among my books

diplomas on the wall
trumpeting at least a certain kind of success

there is safety here
and yet belonging is outside
in the hall

where people laugh
and joke
and share pictures

and I realize
that for so many years
I have tried in my awkward ways
to connect
to belong

but have failed
on so many levels

sometimes I have hung back silent
at other times I have tried too hard
proclaiming, “here I am, like me, respect me”

like the odd, nerdy kid on the playground
that nobody quite likes

I sit in a meeting
with people I have sat with so many times before
hundreds of times
I listen to them plan outings
and talk of shared experiences
things I will not share

I make tentative gestures
to join the conversation
to be a part
and they are polite
but there is a degree of separation
that feels insurmountable

I sit alone, watching the mountain,
knowing that after 12 plus years of work
I have been judged, “not enough”
and simply put aside
gently and generously

we all want to belong
but sometimes the reality is

there is no companionship
or within

one is in exile
one is not alone
but one does not belong

and while there is still longing

and there is no energy
to try


Postscript:  a blessing

May you learn to see yourself with the same delight, pride
and expectation with which God sees you in every moment.
                                                                John O’Donohue

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