I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding

John O'Donohue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Morning Musings

 

Some things you can rely on, like the ebb

and flow of water or the phases of

the Moon. Death and taxes, love

and lust, tears and longing.  Always the day

will follow night, bringing  joy or sadness

in its wake.  Beloved birds will gather

daily at each quiet calling of the dawn;

My eyes will be drawn to fields and

trees and the clouds that frame the mountain as

they scud across an ever-changing sky.

The kettle will sing upon the hob, my

dog will gaze at me, ever-trusting in

my faithfulness.  I shall drink honey-laden

tea, and enjoy a shot of sweetness

as another day begins.

 

 

Cait O'Connor