To Come Home To Yourself
May all that is unforgiven in you,
May your fears yield
Their deepest tranquillities.
May all that is unlived in you,
Blossom into a future,
Graced with love.
John O’Donohue, Benedictus
If I had to describe my day in terms of book ends, these two images would be it…
The morning began with some tantalising low-flying clouds, as if angels tripped and spilled a whole box of cotton over the valley.
I was in the middle of something when I looked out the window and decided everything else could wait, because the sun waits for nobody. I grabbed the camera and went up to the rooftop to catch my sky of gold.
Wherever you are, whatever your state of mind, take a moment to come home to yourself. Breathe in hope.