the birth of hope

candle-yet-to-be-lit
a candle waiting to be lit…

Hope wanted to be born. She wasn’t sure yet if she was a thing or a being, and in the state she was in—not yet manifest as she was—well it didn’t really matter. All she knew was that she was needed urgently on earth. Very urgently. Strange things had been happening. Peculiar people had been chosen to be leaders. Fear was stalking the land, sending out messages in 140 characters until its mistruths took root in people’s hearts. Continue reading “the birth of hope”

step by step

woman walkingOn the weekend, I was part of a conference on the mystery of the Grail, exploring the medieval story of Parsifal and its contemporary relevance to our lives. As part of my presentation, I shared a few poems which people asked me to send them, so I’ve posted them here as reminders for all of us.

Two poems were from Rumi

I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I’ve been knocking from the inside.

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