There comes a time when we have surmounted nearly every obstacle and still we meet an impenetrable barrier. It is only then we realise that we have long since become the gaoler of our minds and the true obstacles were never outside ourselves. Strangely, we find, the hardest challenge of all is to accept the knowledge of our own hearts; it feels too simple, too mean and lowly, too imperfectly human and ordinary. We are perversely disappointed to discover that, instead of a grand and sweeping vision, there is only the child who once played and dreamed of stars. For all the changes our lives have wrought in us, leaving us almost unrecognisable to ourselves, the truth of the imperfect, ordinary child is still the deepest, purest truth of us. And in the end, the hardest barrier to overcome is believing in the truth of this and giving ourselves permission to be no more, no less than ourselves.
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Introduction
"Only that day dawns to which we are awake," wrote Thoreau. This blog, in words and pictures, is my attempt to be awake: to be alive to the mystery of life. It is an exercise in gratitude and wonder, and an open invitation to beauty. Archives
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